Fogged breath and smoke rise through the air.
Deep unspoken prayers.
While cities rot in splendid ruins,
Will you meet me there?
Love touches everyone, if obliquely.
Unseen stars on arcs of night.
Above the glare of yellow lights.
When the weight of cold rests on your heart,
Will you speak of me?
Love touches everyone, if obliquely.
You're not the only one who wants to be free.
It's a festival of lights, flickering through the city.
Neon glow and alley fires, sputter in the night.
A silent army gathers, hungry for the glow
In the shadows of tall buildings, away from where the tattered winds blow.
Love touches everyone, if obliquely.
You're not the only one who wants to be free.