The Unbearable Lightness of Your Being

Here I go again standing in front of a red light
Or rather a cigarette holocaust secret dumping affair
Estranged from the strangely un-strangerous wisher of good night
And many a safe warm nights

But nights they will beckon for day to come set them free
If being is what you must be, then let go of me

I can become a shadow so shallow in your mind
A rain in your sweet, sweet heart
A stallion crossing through bridges to prettier landslides
With many a lonely nights

With hope that we’ll reach out for day to come set us free
If being is what you must be, then let go of me

I can become a page of a history in your mind
A stain in your sweet, sweet heart

But the nights they are coming my way, a black canopy
If being if what you must be – I’ll take care of me