as i wandered out of the window
5 floors high in the south east

the river was a black track
kissed by lonely lamps

and the whistles of a car alarm
spiralled and whirled in the air

which all cried despair
in falsetto

and echoed
in my typed scribbles

of the plans i made tonight
to draw my smile, tomorrow

in trying to find the time
to save me from this sorrow