It's hiding in the city.
It's hiding in the woods.
It could be in the snowdrop.
It could be in the flames.
It could rise from down under.
While it is whispering your name.
We share.
Some days I touch the twilight.
Some days I live in vain.
Some days seduced by dark
by pain.
Ready to take a downfall to roll down the drain.
And then when least expected,
it has been calling out my name.
Name.
Name.
Name.
