Night life fades to dead days
I looked at you and you didn't look the other way
You sat next to me by the bronze horse statue
In the heart of the city
On the seventeenth floor car park
Underneath the over head cranes
The sound of hollow trains
Screeched past then faded away
Like they had a better place to be
The company of a drink would have made the time fly
But alas, I was with out my flask
On this cool summer night
So high above the passersby
Telling each other poorly constructed truths
With a hint of carefully thought out lies
You creased your jeans
I rolled my sleeves
You dotted the I's
I crossed the T's
More than acquaintances
Less than friends
Popular amongst each other
Far from setting trends
Mar 5, 2014
Mar 5, 2014 at 11:41 PM UTC
Night life fades to dead days
I looked at you and you didn't look the other way
You sat next to me by the bronze horse statue
In the heart of the city
On the seventeenth floor car park
Underneath the over head cranes
The sound of hollow trains
Screeched past then faded away
Like they had a better place to be
The company of a drink would have made the time fly
But alas, I was with out my flask
On this cool summer night
So high above the passersby
Telling each other poorly constructed truths
With a hint of carefully thought out lies
You creased your jeans
I rolled my sleeves
You dotted the I's
I crossed the T's
More than acquaintances
Less than friends
Popular amongst each other
Far from setting trends
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