When I feel like they're closing in on me. I can't take any more. I walk away and find an open door - find an open door. When it seems like I've got my back against the wall.
We don't move. We don't make a sound. We stand alone. In the middle of a crowd. . And when you look at me. I can't look away. We find ourselves. Lost in yesterday.
See the man. Watch another man. See their lives. Dissolve into one. See the boy is his eyes. Remember other times. I fall inside. Reflecting eyes. Dissolve in time.
There he sits. Drawing images on the causeway. With small bits of chalk. He sketches all the lost days. And the rain keeps coming down. Wipes them from the ground.
You look at him twice. Think of how nice. His one on one face. He promised no bite. And finish a fight. "Place coin in slot provided". Ice, Nice, everything's twice as bright with money in your hands.
I woke to the sound of a crash. Oh no, I know you're fighting next door. I thought I'd seen the last. I can't believe you still go back for more. . What have you got in mind.
Walking slowly helps your day. Or will help some of the new ones. A guided tour could be the lure. To visit your home made ruins. You've been noticing little things.
Suffering in silence. Your patience is climbing the walls. You've tried to reach somebody. But there's no answer when you call. . Burning with passion.
Look at me can you see. A reason for these questions. We've come so far, it's only started. Let's not end up broken hearted. We feel much more for each other.
Wiping his brow. He managed to tear himself away. The past few nights had left him rather tired. Returned his thoughts. To a need he felt overpowering.