Well, where were we when stolen
Of torment heard crept through the trees?
The faceless stage of loaded leaves
The mountain around our feet
The soiled and severed dormant reeds
Our brooding streets
The so sweet
The moment strained our stillness
Above the calls of only men
That brave the dirt of handheld pen
And in the end our weightless state
Was all we had to break away
I know I should have stayed that day
Your eyes wrapped 'round me still
And in the now, this wistful town
Was swept and drowned beneath its ground
But how the streets adore me now
But how the streets adore me now
My love, my light, my darkness
