Nightlights from Husbands by Pale Fire

In the shadow of eight
Every Friday I kiss the indent made
By the body of my waking nightshift life
Turn off my phone
Lock up the house leave one light on
Into your car and into the night

A collective belief in the greater good
Never seems to be
Of any use
Never makes the living feel alive

Tongue toothache
Temptation is its own reward
Begin the business
Of disappointing children
In a clearing lit up by the headlights of parked cars
I close my eyes
And forget myself again

Clumps of police tape tangled up
A summer’s forensic afterthought
A sad nest of black and yellow vipers
Soft snow falls on soft white skin
A blizzard of bodies to welcome to in
One more time with feeling

All the things you think that you can live with
And the things you feel that you can’t live without
And the spaces in between
You can lose your sense of wrong and right
It’s after midnight
And you’re alone again in the city of dreadful night

• Alternative
• indie rock
• Glasgow