I walk through Sylvan Lake at night I gawk through the window at the TV light Dripping off the wall of an old friend's parents' bedroom Slipping down the hall from an old friend's parents' bedroom Down the flight of stairs where we once lifted a treadmill Up the flight of stairs back when parents still bought treadmills And assembled it inside that old friend's parents' bedroom Trembling with pride of possessions turned to heirlooms Where the TV light now sifts outs to the dark street The frigid TV light drifts down onto my dark feet That creep along the lake Just like Halloween is broken A car alarm's awake And a sleeping car's been woken Across Sylvan Lake Where I stand in front of this Large estate where I once had my first kiss The babysitter lied The lips had all been flavored The patriarch had died My synapses all wavered In the autumn night