...It was on the streets of 96 when we started to live the usual days with an unusual life The first fires were heavy and cold but as time had promised all faded to a numb We raced the sun to cheat tomorrow but She never came The pursuit was futile but intoxicating enough for us to believe that chances would make the stars fall so we could wish... We had always thought that we could reach home before nightfall but the chase never brought us back...