We smoke cigarettes outside on the lit up street.
A winter night, but addictions must be fed now.
A smattering of people pass by, leaving fancy bars,
and the night clubs, and we watch them, unfeeling.
What could open up a heart, as December falls in?
What could we find in a city like every other now?
You stand beside me, your head on my shoulder.
You stand beside me, but what do we stand against?
A few snowflakes are falling. Laughing, you catch one
on your tongue, giggling like a child, a silly little game.
The night goes on and we finish our cigarettes, go inside.
I used to dream of running, but The Devil can’t be shaken.
Maybe, when we sleep tonight, our dreams will be sweet………….