Questing, Not Coasting

Questing
I am not coasting
Nor will I ever
Despite this weather
I said

Hey you,what's new?
I know your face
Hey you,what's new?
Let's go someplace
My thoughts that flit,my loosening grip
I need to connect to you now

On our knees against the windowsill
Watching the sheet lightning fly
Our hands caught spray from the open window
A blanket of light,a whitewashed sky

You move your frame
Into the shape
The window makes
A lunar flame
Static headlights glow
In the flooded streets below
The TV turns to snow
Gutters weep with overflow
I said

Hey you,what's new?
I know your face
And I need to connect to you now

On our knees against the windowsill
Watching the sheet lightning fly
Our hands caught spray from the open window
A blanket of light,a whitewashed sky

Thanks for coming by
It's such a dreadful night
A net curtain flashes
Outside the rain it lashes
Frozen stardust falls
Wide eyes can see it all

On our knees against the windowsill
Watching the sheet lightning fly
Our hands caught spray from the open window

And we were on our knees against the windowsill
Watching the sheet lightning fly
Our hands caught spray from the open window
Thanks for coming by