new year's eve

fine dark suits

paper hats

les grands salutes



your tear stained speech

and your wounded eyes

your frail attempts

to be remembered -



takes me down

dries me out

it shoves me around

blows my flame out



the moon is on

and the morning lurks

but the mood is gone

with the fireworks

I lost my faith

in new year's eve



serpentines

cheap cigars

sparkling wine

fallen stars



takes me down...



it's time to quit

and start again

only god knows

what we're celebrating