Sunday morning paper dated 1992. There are cowboys in my kitchen. empty bottles on the roof. I've been trying to quit these cigarettes. I've been trying to think its true. Maybe she's gone to California. maybe Ill go out there too. Daylight fading come and waste another year. all the anger and the elegance are bleeding into fear. moonlight creeping round the corners of our lawn. when she sees the early signs of daylight fading. she leaves just before its gone. Daddy's on the rooftop with his fingers in. the gun and I am waiting at the window I am. waiting for the one. Shying in that paper when she walked into my room. I said I want to say good-bye to you. Good-bye to all my friends good-bye to everyone I know. Daylight fading come and waste another year. all the anger and the elegance are bleeding into fear. moonlight creeping round the corners of our lawn. when she sees the early signs of daylight fading. she leaves just before its gone. Daylight fading come and waste another year. all the anger and the elegance are bleeding into fear. moonlight creeping round the corners of our lawn. when she sees the early signs of daylight fading. she leaves just before its gone