Street lamps & orange halogen
I'll make my way back home
A cold wind creeps through my jacket
Etched in me like a poem
Headlights & blinking filaments
I watch my breathe rise
Starlight falls on the pavement
And reflects in my eyes
But I feel alright
In this faithless town
Where the colours run together
And no one makes a sound
Moonlight and shards of glass,
Break up the shadows of this town
And I am feathered, and I am delivered
In the silence that surrounds
But I feel alright
In this faithless town
Where the colours run together
And no one makes a sound