An alley pale lit by a spying sky
Too drunk to drive where
We might have been, if alive
An animal stumbling sideways
Short breaths, stinging cold
A voice could mock the silence
Where babies should be old
Halfway in the street
Is where these stangers meet
Discussing their salvation
Despite our gate to heaven
I'm alive, I'm alive,
A beautiful beast, I'm alive,
Though shipwrecked and ruined
My time to live is now