I sit, top of stairs
Wonder if you are there
And yes, we know
These things will grow
To share desires
To take whats ours
Its then I take a walk
To order creeping under my feet
I know this dark wont shift without a breeze
Sits on the graffitied bench where lovers meet
Sinead loves Connor
Jan loves Troy
Karen loves Allen
And Stevo loves himself
Each moment takes another thought away
Its then I saw the light at the closing of the day
And thats a strange light in the evening
And thats a strange light in the evening
And thats a strange light in the evening