He reminisces when his eyes still scattered on the sky with the stars
And of the boy who drew strength from the ferocity of beasts in his sleep
Of the times he drowned his nights in whiskey and wine
And played his own tune to silence his mind
She sits shaking in the corner of her room
Listening to knocks on the door, non-existent
Nothing more than fleeting smiles in the train station
But the circumstances are too far gone for her alteration
He sits in the ledge like an acrobat in preparation
As a sea of eyes watch carefully, making his fingers twitch
Red lights cut the sun sinking into the bay
He desperately struggles to end the fray
She's writing letters to the one she loves
But all the words end up lost or in the heart of someone else
And the fluorescent feeling helps her mourn
For the boy in the pages she drew and torn
He sees the pavement below like an empty canvas
Smiles to himself and sighs in anguish
Taking note of the scene he wants to paint
A bit of blue from his eyes and leaves the rest to fate
Numb with alcohol, she can hardly feel
The photograph she cut from a newspaper staring her down
A body disfigured, but a grin unmistakable
For the boy's eyes who once again joined the night
