Days Like Dead Moths

Sunrise over the care home There in the leaves I wait, smoke on my fingers Sunrise over the care home Always the weightlessness of not really knowing Days like dead moths On a bathroom window They can leave us But they never go Sunrise over the care home Sometimes I wonder where did all those Sundays go Sunrise over the care home Smell of stale cigarettes as you lead me down from the road Days like dead moths Open your window Days like dead moths Open your door Sunrise over the care home (sunrise) Sunrise Sunrise Sunrise