our silhouettes could guide us,
all on their own, beneath the lights.
as we walk side by side, hand in hand,
there's no one outside here to trust,
since we'd never to talk to strangers.
down the street, i wait for you,
even though the stoplight says green.
possession makes me grasp you tight;
obsession makes me stay in stride;
i only dream that you like to walk with me.
we head somewhere, which you claim east.
our shadows hint of where to turn
but we amble still where the sidewalk goes.
whether doubts skim your mind as in mine,
there is a home, i assure, there is a home.
