I know somewhere to my left is an undying coast I think of it in the night, when I know I need it most I see the way the landscapers upturned by the violence Are these torches meant to fill the unending silence? Are these [?] and fields on a stretch of highway The bright plain smiling as I'm calling out your name I do what I want You won't see me anymore Your face in my door Oh I'll turn you away, don't make yourself comfortable, love You used to say "When are you comin' back?" Then came the day When you no longer asked I fly through your life like an acrobat I feed off the night and I'm afraid of that I know somewhere to my left is an undying coast I think of it at night, when I know I need it most