It's 10 o'clock on Sunday night
I'm basking in the red streetlight
That illuminates
The empty space
For you
You told me when you're coming home
But I still don't like being left alone
Just waiting
Anticipating breaking
Me in two
The tree out back is in full bloom
I try to see it from inside my room
Concealing the entire
Gleaming empire
From view
Glowing diamonds that dot your sky
Slowly but surely intensify
Here they lose the fight
But these city lights
Will do
Each building's a block of a still life
Teeming with bodies, not one of them's right
I need that toss of hair
That kind of stare
From you
Soon you'll be taken through time and space
To meet me in this familiar place
My mind is a cavern
Where memories gather
Like dew
It's 10 o'clock on Sunday night
I'm all consumed and there's nothing quite
Like this feeling of
My truest love
For you