Platform - Jonathan Wilson

People on a platform

They are taking each other for a ride

A needle drip, Dilaudid

I have found my cruising range

Let the savior sing again one more time

I remember the lines creases, shades

I remember the sounds

Demons laughing in the night

Lord I hear them all the time

The country house

Splendid set of rooms

I may not go back there

I fear if this fog it never clears

People, lost and lonely

Feet and cheeks are cold

They are running from the heat they’ve never had

A needle drip, Dilaudid

Once I sang and I danced

Though the penthouses erected in my mind

I remember the lines creases

And the shades

I remember the sounds demons

Accapella in the night

Lord I hear them all the time

The country house

Splendid set of rooms