Harley - Friendship lyrics

Sitting on the bridges, resting in the middle of it and the night, talking of life's plight, watching the cars pa** by, cutting the night like swords of light. Sitting in cubicles, cold dark and bare, like a monk's cell, where hearts open and swell, whose occupants plead and of their lives tell, removing their soul shell. Sitting together quietly and vibrantly in a moment of their lives, sitting on hard dry edged knives where they are full of life, in times when the spark thrives and recording so memory survives. Sitting together, in closed compartments within vehicle moving so fast where comfortableness is castle, on shifting and unsure waves, dulled by long hours of a staring repast, driving down the road sure to last. Sitting on barstools in the crowd's middle, pretending to listen over the roar, there in body while sprits soar, separated into two, yet keeping an open door where can we be sharing more. Sitting together, telling of pain and tears, and woes and sorrows, yet also of dreamed tomorrow's of the time of the arising, of heroes to fight inner foes and defeat emotional lows. Sitting together in places of mutual interests and the theater or the game. It is all the same where two souls gather, friendship is the name and one beside one is the aim.