There is a town right next to that alley around the corner,
The people are quite peculiar and strange over there.
They have this air of uneasiness that surrounds them,
And their voice brings nothing but discomfort.
I wish I could spend this November in the winter's moon,
And pray for their world to be vanished.
I sit and wonder about the places I have been,
And switch off the lights for the remnants of my dream.

There is a town right next to the streetlight that flickers every night,
It's kind of a dislocated town.
There is no sense of belonging among the people,
And they try to capture the essence of the place by bragging.
I wish they could spend this November in the winter's moon,
And speak not of the laughter but of sadness.
For there is no fun in the life they live,
And they have already died from inside.