Force Quit

I can see the curtain
The ending
Knew it was on its way
I just didn't want it to be today
Watch the cityscape
Drift from day to dusk to dark
Blurrily indistinct the sooty cape
Slowly slips across its jagged shape
Lights signaling
Some winking on
Then blinking off
Lights signaling
Some winking on
Red and red and white
I can see
Piss over battersea
Floating in flight
On quiet nights I can hear the stars
And cosmonauts talk
A ragged 30-watt moon
Hangs over my hotel room
I saw you nodding out in
The mouth of the night
Face full of white light grace

And I push your body out into space
Let it go
Watch it drift away
Going on to beggar and bitter things
Just a fly with little plucked off wings
Going on to beggar and bitter things
Never fly
Never earn your wings

And when the stars are all burned out
Don't try and tell me what it's all about