Wandering in the streets when the sun goes down
While my feelings start to freeze
Thinking about my life, things happened in the past
While kissing a misty breeze
Street lights popping on, sun has totally gone
My shadow starts to creep
I take its hand, as my guide
and together we softly weep
a cold fog turns our tears to ice
as we’re looking at past lies
it’s time to clear our constant fears
and to manipulate life’s f*cking dice
while walking between grey concrete blocks
we realize our good luck
while crossing the street, we look aside
staring int(w)o white lights