There always has to be a girl at the end
Even if she’s something like a broke wing bird
Who lived out the best part of the story
Just before the lights went down
And there has to be someone
Who’s going to love her forever
Even if he never says it like that
Standing in a half-lit doorway
Looking like the plot kicked him
Upside the head until everything broke
But his heart
And you know – you just know now
How the night doesn’t love anyone as much
As anyone loves it back
It all comes down to that dance
With a thieving angel before he finally opens her
Nothing but a whisper floating out
From the shape of that howl on his lips
While the wind blows our ashes back among the stars
