The night embraces me softly.
One light goes on, another goes off, flickering white shadows pass by me in a rush, this is what they do to you. The air feels like it's carrying a song at its heels, it goes on and on, it goes on so hiiiigh, this song dances around me the same way a herd of ghost wild horses would dance around me, would make me spin... I know If I put my head out of the window, I'll catch the ancient voices of the city calling out my name into the night, like wolves, announcing my place in the world, my place in the wilderness of their hearts, trying to beckon me closer, because even the indomital souls have a place for me.
I don't mind.
The croaking of their howls, the sound of their paws breaking the dead roots and leaves on the way, they all beat in the same tune as my heart, I know it well.
Oh, tender is the night. How soothingly it touches me, how gently it breaks my heart. I walk alone all the time, only I know the way. The dim light of the lamp pole burns my eyes, I don't mind. My head spins like a merry-go-round out of control. My cheeks are flushed, my eyes are open wide and my mind like the wind, taking me away... I don't mind.
Love is something so light that it floats above my head like blue balloons, I let them go up into the sky, leaving me here, hands up the air, trying to grasp at something that was never mine to begin with.
This time around, I'll not apologise or light up a candle. Anything my hands touch from now on, it will be mine.
This is me in the east, this is me in the west, no matter where I am, I am what's left.
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