My Own Face Inside The Trees

All the pines that shiver in the park
 Kick my fever through the dark
 Through the railings and the iron
 Empty bars and tenement lines
 Something slips back into place
 For a second there's a trace
 Of my face inside the trees
 Sudden light in everything
 I get up and head down into work
 Running errands like a jerk
 But the fever does me in
 Never touching anything
 Like the sea inside a shell
 Everything speaks to itself
 Darkness comes at half past three
 My own face is in the trees
 For six years I have seen a friend in summer crowds in Europe
 When the evening falls
 For six years I have seen a friend in summer crowds in Europe
 When the evening falls
 So I left myself back in the night
 Moving into clearer light
 Neither here nor really gone
 Both surrounded and alone
 Like the sea inside a shell
 Everything speaks to itself
 Darkness comes at half past three
 My own face is in the trees