The host of the show came down
  Collapsed to the ground
  And the crime scene revisits me
  This body shutdown in boredom
  And the gofer put home
  On the balcony I sit and sleep
  The future has fallen short
  When the sun sets North
  And the clouds fall from mirrored walls
  Words speak and choose
  Make sense and knows
  Capsized in tongue or tail but always frail
    You set it down [x7]