In the street. she's keeping away, getting close.
Trying not to think of home
Sidewalks of red and white
trying not to find yet
Street lamps. Now it's hard to see
Struggling to shut her eyes
War, losing the wars
You are not holding on to yourself in the meantime
In the street, dry wet
Driving on the sidewalks
Walking on the streets
A dead end
And you want to burn yourself in the heat
Fall with the rain
The rain comes and you fall.
Stopping. you start with stopping.
Looking for hands to hold
Without lyrics and out of tune melodies.
You become the (subject of the) songs on you
Letters that were written on the walls
like a black cloud in the sky
Recess, you take no recesses
You hug yourself in the meanwhile.
In the street, dry wet...