A patch of red-orange iodine
moves into a clotted sky
Don't give in just yet
A group in service uniforms
stand outside a wooden door
she's laughing, "it's over...
time has been strange, oh..."
last things last is not enough,
you can't accept this
Don't give in just yet
I hope that last things last
past these first charms
these pale charms
I hope that last things last
a hook or a flake
to hold on so you don't break