The night that the power went out   stumbling through drawers for a flashlight   white in the match for a second or two   burning my finger with wax on my shoe   flying around like bat in a zoo   it's a view that we won't ever see      and I was the sleeve of your coat   a maraca without any insides   a silent garden of carrots and peas   listening into the sound of the breeze   patiently waiting for someone to leave   with the sleeve on the coat rack downstairs      but I'm not there   I am right here   Sitting alone with the things that I fear   I've made mistakes   but I don't care   they're just an albatross hanging round   an albatross hanging round my neck      so stick out your tongue in the air   cause you might not be able tomorrow   the change in the weather   the shape of the sun   a slight indication that winter is done   so catch all the snowflakes you can with your tongue      cause you only can one day a year   tomorrow the summer is here