Broken promises

I saw your ghost

In every window

Like a nicotine cloud

That drew me in

I held my breath

To feel a kick

Of every last frozen chant

In all my wildest dreams

I never thought I would see

The broken glass

And your eyes

There on the pages of a magazine

We told tales about travellers

The places we have seen

And all this through the looking glass

Or on the silver screen

But it was all so avant-garde

And we were not ready to be moved

But the forces had so much power

And we could only hope

That

one-day we could rise

From the ashes in glorious displays of sobriety

We dine on the juices

Of our own doubt

As we cast away any remaining inhibitions

And watch the mighty hands

Crash down around us

Like broken promises