With countenance to switch back
Sirens stir the seeds of regret
Signs to walk, then place your bet
No reverie decided
No pangs provide delivery
Breaks to bind the strands
To the minutes past his red-letter
Echo farewell to midnight
By blindfolded regulars
To the loneliness of the chase
Painted out of a corner
The talkers is that hold sway
Just a wide swing tremolo
No mercy in pokerface
Broken down, lessons learned
Redeemed on epitaphs
To elysian fields defaced
The squatters on high stations
The decision wheels at work
Verbal backslide rushes out
Just a wide swing tremolo
Just survive by a stone's throw
Or shadows feeding in the lurch
No sentence yet decided
No remedy tends to show
No anchor-drop sanctuary
No finding it uncovered
To decide within the barnstorm
Lend an ear before you go
Peace be found, if temporary
Like grapeshot fine spray
Breaking out of the throes
Gathered clouds or unleashing
