Aside-Halls
Singing in the park after dark
We await the city lights
Seeing the city at my feet
We are alone, as the dark
Sitting yourself in the light
I am not implied
I am master of my hand
(We always ended in term of death)
(And I fear falling aside)
My innocent
(We always ended in term of death)
(And I fear falling aside)
Since I don't favor death
I never met her again