I've grown accustomed to this light
Now, in the distance, a breaking of bread
I've known my place in this line
But still I wander out of turn
I fade into the grey surroundings
The shadow of my presence leaves the scene
I'll stay outside by the streetlight
There is nothing in there for me
Mar 23, 2020
Mar 23, 2020 at 5:27 AM UTC
I've grown accustomed to this light
Now, in the distance, a breaking of bread
I've known my place in this line
But still I wander out of turn
I fade into the grey surroundings
The shadow of my presence leaves the scene
I'll stay outside by the streetlight
There is nothing in there for me