Written by Ryan Walsh, © 2008 Reverse The Tape Decks (ASCAP)

it's the memory you let go
not the stimuli of the ghost
injecting opera, in the corridor
of the queen's latest estate

and so you slip on past the bazaar
troubles d.o.a. thus far
“I'm not so criminal
in a cathedral”
you remark as the blimps fade away

“is this an epilogue?” doc asks
while the nurses 5 float past
“we'd like to regulate
but not aggravate
and bring this dance to a close”

and while you sit and think about that
something invisible falls flat
and we'll not know today
what it had to say
but I'm sure it'll be back