Music loud,
Flows are packed,
But it's moving,
Through the sack,
Flashing lights blur the room,
Blink and lost,
You in the blur,
Hands are full,
But no one moves,
They all talks,
But nothing sticks,
No one hears what no one says,
Guess we're both not planning to stay,
Too much talk,
Not a bit tense, Just fades away,
Room looks full,
But I've got nothing real to say,
Light still burn,
We push the door without speaking,
City breathing,
We don't need a reason,
We don't need a crowd,
No big plans or golden lights,
Just something quiet right now,
No stage, No front row,
No one else we have to know,
If just us and a rope,
Then maybe that's enough to go,
No stage, No front row,
We're both streets are wide,
No one speaks,
And that's just fine,
Vending lines,
Step by step,
No plans made, But still we go,
Kicks and gravel,
Quiet pace,
City haze,
Then leaves no trace,
You have my looks at night over,
Like this path was made for us,
Nothing sad,
But your eyes still pull me in,
Streets feel wide,
But I don't care where we've been, Subnight air,
We walk the lines without speaking,
Words still spinning,
We don't need a reason,
We don't need a crowd,
No big plans or golden lights,
Just something quiet right now,
No stage, No front row,
No one else we have to know,
If just us and a rope,
Then maybe that's enough to go,
That's enough to go,
Enough to go,