Goodnight my love 
Remember me as you fall to sleep 
Fill your pockets with the dust and the memories 
That rises from the shoes on my feet 

I won’t be back here 
Though we may meet again 

I know it’s dark outside 
Don’t be afraid 
Every time I ever cried from fear 
Was just a mistake that I made 
Wash yourself in your tears 
And build your church 
On the strength of your fears 

Listen to me 
Don’t let go 
Don’t let this desperate moonlight leave me 
With your empty pillow 
Promise me the sun will rise again 

I too am tired now 
Embracing thoughts of tonight’s dreamless sleep 
My head is empty 
My toes are warm 
I am safe from harm

don, aman
don, aman

Don stepped outside. 
It felt good to be alone. 
He wished he was drunk, 
Thought about something he said, 
And how stupid it had sounded 
He knew he should forget about it 
And decided to piss, but he couldn’t… 
(A plane passed silently overhead, the streetlights, and the buds on the trees and the night, were still.) 

It finally came, he took a deep breath. 
It made him feel strong, and determined, 
To go back inside. 

The light. 
Their backs. 
The conversation. 
The couples, romancing, so natural. 
His friends stare, 
With eyes, like the heads of nails. 
The others. 
With amusement, 
With evasion, 
With contempt. 
So distant, 
With malice, 
For being a sty 
In their engagement, 
Like swimming underwater in the darkness, 
Like walking through an empty house, 
Speaking to an imaginary audience, 
Being watched from outside, by no-one 
(A song without a key) 
He could not dance to anything. 

Don left, 
And drove, 
And howled, 
And laughed, 
At himself. 
He felt he knew what that was. 

Don woke up, 
And looked at the night before. 
He knew what he had to do. 
He was responsible. 
In the mirror, 
He saw his friend.