walkin' through the crowds

i see faces bereft of happiness,

of love, of smiles, of life itself.

the amount of pain roaming

in a lucid sea of lost people

grasps my attention, my heart,

so i sit down on the footpath,

my head between my knees,

my hands trembling in malady

and pour a river of silver drops

on the concrete pavement

that's way too hard, too cold,

for someone like me darling...

i wonder, if i die right here

in the zenith of low despair,

in the arms of cruel emptiness,

amidst this black hole of mess

that we've created over years

through laughter, through tears

i wonder...

but what's the use

of scratching the surface

of catafalques?

you're not coming back, love

so why wonder this at all?

why imagine having wings

when i am destined to fall?

my peripheral vision tells me

cars are drivin' by, fast 'n' free

padestrians gapin', fadin' light,

whispers over my sorry sight

i lay down on this pavement

like an incoherent statement

while day shifts, ever so polite,

into the arms of a hazy night

and i know, i thought it before

that i am not going to wonder

but baby, 3am lies by my side,

and i can't help but surrender...