-Twilight Wins-


The cold ceramic feels etched into my back
I look up and see grey, look left and see white.
Got dizzy from standing. Got dizzy from life.

I canít help but feel I missed my chance.
I canít help but feel it ainít coming back.

I remember when it was easy to ask why
Even easier to ask why not
But I donít get up much these days.

I canít help but feel I missed my chance.
I canít help but feel it ainít coming back.

Theyíll trace my body with white chalk
Getting up isnít part of the plan.
Keep close. Stay close. The twilight wins.


Written and owned by Dan Chubaty