Her brow: pensive Her knees: away I stand beside her But i look straight ahead And dissolve Before the night began on Herring Street A book from school kept me wandering This may take a while I might never see this through And they said that chapter four repeats itself Along with three so far Where are you tonight? It's crowded at the sokol club And tonight will be the same I want her walk to scream her confidence above me I try to hide my thoughts I stare blankly through her face This seems so senseless She sees me breathing My hands are crippled clay This could have been different I hear myself saying again again again