don't the lights look empty

when the streets are bare

almost as empty

as the look you give me

when I'm the only one



and it's a long one

so it brings you down

so say you have nowhere else to go

and nothing to do

so you hang around

you hang around



but you wait around until

you've received that fatal wound



columns of sunlight

and glorious cities

oceans of opportunity

and all your decisions seem ancient



but you wait around until

you've received that fatal wound