She Reached For A light - Robyn Hitchcock

She reached for a light

I sway in the nightingale’s room

Where the broom flit under the brow

She’s lost anyhow

She’s gone anyhow anywhere

There

She slept on the stones

She slept on the cold marble stones

With the bones

But underneath the garage door

A bright blue light did shine

And though I gaze forever more

I’ll never make it mine

Never make it mine