The streets are still, it's the dead of night
And a mist hangs in the air
Cold is the nght cuts you like a knife
When the wind begins to stare
And in my mind I see you
I hear your voice I touch you
I want you I need you now
High in the hills I can see the streets
And the roof tops far below
The shadows hide, movement in the night
They don't want us here we know
Just two more nights I'll see you
I'll hear your voice and touch you
I miss you I'm coming home