In the hours waking,when we're still all still,and....

“ In the hours waking,when we're still all still,and you can hear the floorboards creaking,and you can feel the shades blow in,the night we slept with,we'll never kiss like that again.Our lips, will sever, our memories, will dissipate,and our shadows will be swallowed by the sky. ”

Dave Matthes

From : The Kaleidoscope Syndrome: An Anthology