Squelch turned too tightly
suddenly difficult to hear
nothing can be taken lightly
when shouted in your ear
Witness to the evening shine
crimes play in the darkness
sometimes stepping out of line
oft mistaken criminals confess
Twinkle stars sell the promise
soaring planes do as well
one day we can dream less
until then riots upon hearts quell
Dry wine coats parched throats
among friendly crowded rooms
inside here the emotion floats
and we all remove our costumes
After we see ourselves naked
we touch those stars and planes
forgotten are the words we've said
of those tears nothing remains
