There always has to be a girl at the end

Even if she’s something like a broke wing bird

Who lived out the best part of the story

Just before the lights went down

And there has to be someone

Who’s going to love her forever

Even if he never says it like that

Standing in a half-lit doorway

Looking like the plot kicked him

Upside the head until everything broke

But his heart

And you know – you just know now

How the night doesn’t love anyone as much

As anyone loves it back

It all comes down to that dance

With a thieving angel before he finally opens her

Nothing but a whisper floating out

From the shape of that howl on his lips

While the wind blows our ashes back among the stars