First Light
That potent sense of disconnectIt follows him, or so he suspectsYou see, no where's ever felt like homeAs hard as he's tried to call it his ownInfinite delirious morningsHe'll find himself on that window-ledgeThoughts soundtracked by a choir of yearningsTaking a first light walk along the edgeHe tries to fix it, with drunken nights and blurry eyesWith crushing crowds and every elixir offered by...