Subterranean sunlight. Sunken subterranean eyes. It was another chance for me to do right. And another one of those chances just passed me by. . Won't even try to make it to your house.
Ah the stories from the streets. They make their way up to your window. Re-awaken certain memories. This way you re-live them again and again. . One will change into the other.
It's a slow builder. And the night is your special friend. Midday fever gonna get to you in the end. Someone's waiting on a windswept hill. . Old man William greets the day.