don't the lights look emptywhen the streets are barealmost
as emptyas the look you give mewhen I'm the only oneand
it's a long oneso it brings you downso say you have nowhere
else to goand nothing to doso you hang aroundyou hang aroundbut
you wait around untilyou've received that fatal
woundcolumns of sunlightand glorious citiesoceans of
opportunityand all your decisions seem ancientbut you wait
around untilyou've received that fatal wound