Streets

It's getting dark too dark to see

I need a place where I can rest my feet

I sing, the city falls asleep

I'm thinking about you, do you think of me?

Streets walking down these empty streets

Buses, empty seats

I need you

Eat, go to work and then to sleep

Dreaming about you

Streets walking down these empty streets

Buses, empty seats

I need you

Eat, go to work and then to sleep

Dreaming about you

My lips, my voice, my hands are yours

I passed your window and I feel your ghost

I sent you letters, read your post

I wonder why I kill what I love most

Streets walking down these empty streets

Buses, empty seats

I need you

Eat, go to work and then to sleep

Dreaming about you

Streets walking down these empty streets

Buses, empty seats

I need you

Eat, go to work and then to sleep

Dreaming about you