Bathed in white light, I could barely trace the outline
There you stood, pristine, motionless and eternal
I walk up to you with that look, happy, confused, scared
A million scenerios, like the stars in the sky, flash before me
The white halo of the streetlamp, the cold grey of wet concrete
The hollow sounds of the city at night
I take your hand, to perceive a smile, some sign of approval.....
