Streetlights drawing silhouettes on the wet pavement A theater of shadows where I’m the only one present Are you a miracle or just a glitch in my sight? A footnote in my own luck, lost in the night. I follow the trail of a scent the wind tries to steal Like a blind detective searching for something. Tell me it’s real, even if it’s a well-staged lie I’d rather have your ghost than the silence’s cry Don’t let me be the last to leave this hall Your absence is the only thing keeping me small! Uoh oho oh oh oh! The city’s a maze of corners and excuses I carry the flowers, do you carry the bruises? The clock on the wall beats like a heart that’s through Waiting for the step, the click, the breakthrough! Break on through! (Come in!) Validate me, invent me, save me from being just... me. Tell me it’s real, even if it’s a well-staged lie I’d rather have your ghost than the silence’s cry Don’t let me be the last to leave this hall! Uoh oho oh oh oh! I turned the corner and saw the reflection of my own shoe Love is a contract I signed in the dark with you. I’m going back to the chair, facing the wood of the door If you don’t walk in, what am I living for? After all, your perfume is still the sweetest lie I’ve ever heard.
