shade my shadow clean

the same record spins
shade my shadow clean
a sigh of seduction
spread the dirt from me
hold this moment
as long as you can
  take it with you,
pulled along by a dying man
with the same sigh
                      escaping
as the cloud stricken sky
  as it's fading,
leaning in on a worn winter
where the wind shakes
the brittle branches breaking
     fall
  fall
falling
   as the tears
 from the stricken
        sky
shade my shadow clean
and lean down as
you kiss me
                     away
like the passing of days
after the world has come to an end
where we can pretend
that it is all coming back again
       so we can start
                the record spinning
                                      once more