You're gone, the trees are so quiet

When your hand was in my pocket

How they swayed from side to side

Now the meddling sky and my snowy eye

Sees a different night

The night I fell into the lion's jaws

To my regret and your delight

Those teeth themselves could not divine

Nor their pressure estimate

The haze I wish to never break

And to never contemplate

Momentum for the sake of momentum

Momentum for the sake of momentum

Of momentum