A quiet winter from the north
This year, the local pines have run themselves ashore
Coastal giants flocking to the point
90 years have wrecked this place
Boarded windows, rusted nails
Therein when your eyes preserved the fire
Electric times
They're gone
The roaring twenties greet with open arms
The nights they dwelled among the lofts
Times of treachery fell silent in these cots
Another artist joins the plot
The raucous laughter melting swiftly into waltz
This room was made by famous men
A century has come to pass in their accomplishments
Before Christina changed those plans
90 years have wrecked this place
Boarded windows, rusted nails
Therein when your eyes preserved the fire
Electric times
They're gone
The roaring twenties greet with open arms
You are gone, but not forgotten
You are gone
You, are
You are gone but not forgotten
Another artist takes your loft, but
You are gone but not forgotten
I can hear however soft
That all these years have left you wrought
These empty names in the walls
Still calling out