Weaving through pedestrian waves
I trust your hand won't lead me astray
Ancient stacks of karma stand tall
The mist hangs low as we start to stall
Dew drops quiver on the edge of your lashes
Lost so deep in the old country
Strangers swallow us from head to toe
Hang tight, we'll pull through
I pause and relish the shadows
Indigo skyline
Our thoughts hang in limbo