I don't know why I'm walking
through these streets at night, alone.
When will the moon appear,
When will you come and save me?
I'm like a submarine,
I'm looking through the periscope.
Nobody sees me,
my eyes are only open for you,
mind is barely open.
Down in the soil,
up in smoke,
a huff of heavy fumes.
Trying not to think of then,
when she was always hiding.
I don't know why I'm walking
down this road,
the 'ship has flown.
Soared out of the atmosphere,
like you're already losing,
Mind you're barely bruising.
Mind, you're barely losing.
Losing.
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