It’s cold in here, so light a candle,
snuggle up close, how much can we handle?
The shadows flicker, they dance and fall,
the light on our backs, the silhouettes on the wall.
Listen to the sounds of the piano play,
fall asleep with me, drift away.
We’ll dream in sepia, soft linens of white,
vintage sunsets, and city lights.
We’ll sit on a roof top, and take it all in,
we’ll hold on to the city, and indulge in its sin,
We won’t wait for sunrise, we’ll make our own time,
we’ll bum coffee and cigarettes, and commit simple crimes.
We’ll bathe in the streetlights,
and graffiti the sky,
with smoke signals and airwaves,
and who cares if we die?
But come back in the house,
leave the streets to the light,
and let concrete and corners rest for night.
So come join me once more,
pray tomorrow’s the same,
you never know what could happen,
when you extinguish the
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