City litter swirls making the skin of the invisible man
Catching the glow off the ionosphere

Still fighting the Cold War
What else is a well-trained soldier to do
Buried in the deep suburban towns?
Come thirty he’s finally learning to read on the surface
Instead of sweeping for mines

If I hit the lights just right
Ashland will be green all night
Come circuit splendor
Love comes hidden in friction
Love comes hidden in friction

She found him dead in the brush in a puddle of wax
Broken rib, swimmer’s ear, and a hell of a tan
She came on him with gifts in tow of
Ice, isopropyl, and aloe

Cradles him after the fall
With a grace she believes she’s got only in dream
Stitches his wings by degrees
Wipes the porridge away from her mouth with her sleeve
Leans with purpose
Gives him her lips divine

And if you hit the lights just right
Ashland will be green all night
And all the past is somehow suddenly justified
If somehow it’s funneled up to this
(Ashland will be green all night)
If somehow it’s funneled up to this
(Ashland will be green all night)

Love comes hidden in friction
Love comes hidden in friction
Stitches his wings by degrees