She's a street light in the evening rain. An empty seat on the rush hour train. She's a Polaroid lying on the street. She's the lover I may never meet.
Silent, broken, bruised and cloaked in this desert night. I wait for you. My eyes wide open, I face this moment and picture you. By my side. Funny how the things of this world quickly fall away.
Change the locks on the door.. Put out the light in the hall.. I do not live here anymore. . Put the world in a box.. Turn the sign to the street.. Aim for where horizon and blue skies, meet.