There's a shadow standing next to me
In the evening sun
Synchronistic memories and
Dreams weave
Out of time
465 beats from an icy heart revived
Cut through the white stark grins
And smiles
Telling lies
The cigarette stained ceiling tiles
Ground your hopes
You're trapped trapped
In a cycle
Across a thousand nights
Wind, like a cold breathe from
The city's lungs
Brings you back cause
You're wrapped
In this cycle
Circling for warmth
And we cry
Like the love-lorn victims
Of fluorescent light
But you try
To keep your back to the laughter
Of a former life