Then it rains, bruise the sky in layers
Yellow pale, like nicotine-stained fingers
Watching the glass run down, pouring
On a Nelson skyline
Love and pain, in our years together
There we’d lay, just listen to the weather
Wrapped up and pointing down, falling
On a Nelson skyline, fall…
Daylight fades, on pallid days that wallow
The burnt remains, behind the rooftops swallowed
Into the black beyond, sprawling
On a Nelson skyline
Nothing aches, like memories that falter
Beer-stained photographs that flicker
Forever fading out, falling
On a Nelson skyline, fall…
On it rains, drains the streets of clutter
Like scattered change, like spiders down the gutter
Returning Christmas cards from a stranger
On a Nelson skyline
Spirit wanes, in the twilight hours
Count out the days, pick petals from dead flowers
Boxed in a broken tower, stalling
On a Nelson skyline, fall…
