Dennis Leigh is a rather awesome rennisance man

I strike a match
in the darkness...

so in the space where I used to dream
there could be seen a former scene
We use to mix, our bodies wrapped
in the halo of the morning
of the evening of
before.

Back in the days before the rain came
the house had windows, doors and
floors I remembered the sleep
before you went away
and the clouds came
along.

We shared all the pleasures of fiery
electricity, current buzzed and hummed
along lines of hot and red
your hands once burned
forgot your spurned
advances.

The rhythm of the moving city flashes
faces and labels on the metro
ride by too fast to read
I can't explain the need
for chemical nightlife
science.

And now that I know too much
I can't undo you
And now that I know too much
I can't believe...