sigh I'm ready, I'm ready. Don't pester me. I don't even want to go. I don't want to see the show.
sigh The streets are lit by... By what? I cannot say. The lights tend play, A trick on my mind.
sigh The moment that I need, A stream of light, I'm finding, It hard to come by.
sigh The night drags on, so dreary. Why don't you fear me? Isn't the lifetime ahead, Climbing into your bed?
sigh The eyes are looking this way. I don't want to give you my number. Mine is a face you won't remember. And if you see it, it'll be in dying embers.
sigh The eggshells break, no matter what you say. The sidewalk's not for ****-ups. In the road you will stray. The caliber of your faking is ****** up.