• Sigh-t

I roam the streets at night when sun sleeps
and I walk down the road, so alone,
searching for a face, a face without a name

Night's lights, they make me feel alive
though I know my skin is dead

While I watch people walking by
I wonder why their greetings they welcome
and then say goodbye with a frown

And so I walk alone, through the empty night
with some faces, no names, empty words
the more they try to get inside me, the less I talk
and the more I want to still walking, all alone