There's an order full of order where I stand
And some poet's got each verse at his command
And you know I don't want you to understand why I can't hear your voice
You know I don't want you to understand all this noise
And our parents never learned to steal the ball
We never learned to soften any fall
And I loved you more than anyone at all in this hall where I look
We're always all alone here after all in some long heavy book
And I don't know where the sunshine is at all in these hands that I shook
It must be somewhere in some incandescent fall, all the winter bits of summer that we took