Descending

Time seems a circle Just above your pillow Sometimes a promise That flickers, to begin A ring of smoke to end Please don't come in I'm naked And my skin's to cold to touch And yes, I've always been here But is this the way our story ends? What toys extend you to my world? A cigarette, a crying lipstick glow What is the way to play for the sad child While danger becomes a lonely friend? And the mirrors The mirrors on the ceiling The wardrobe treasure, a gate at night A fire insight, the clothes are burning On your skin, but still keeps your secret It still keeps your secret Please don't come in I'm naked And my skin's to cold to touch And yes, I've always been here But is this the way our story starts? A pair of dancing shoes The world begins with a mile A mile ends with one step back Only one step back Then going home, home, going home When the lights go out in the rooms That you've been never into They'll seem like flashlights dying A frame, your mind And a picture missing A picture is missing Time seems a circle Just above your pillow Sometimes a promise That flickers, to begin A ring of smoke to end