moon light flows through the air.
wind shrikes, giving me a scare.
dark cold streets, paris at night.
get out of the blackness,
run into the light, the light.
lights, wake my eyes, suprise.
here i am, city lights
lights, wake my eyes, surpires.
here i am, city lights.
burning in and out. flashing, standing still.
lights wake my eyes, surpires.
here i am, city lights.
city lights.
here i am, city lights.
^ i wrote that to fit a softer and slower version of Crystal Ball my keen. kinda focusing on the small fact that sometimes light hurts my eyes, intertwining with how i like citys.
