there’s a street that sometimes I wander
just to see if your light is still on
even though I know you don’t live there
I can’t help but walk by and wonder
like some ghost in a dream
with the dew on my feet
I don’t remember walking
but that doesn’t mean I wasn’t free
the moonlight fractures the trees
shadows become shadows
like all thats underneath
you can’t see unless you close your eyes
there’s a different kind of darkness
one that I don’t remember
but Ive never been too proud
to stand alone and give her what she needs
you can make a fool of me
I’ve fallen for lesser things
but a heart like this doesn’t break
..it sings