I sit, top of stairs
Wonder if you are there
And yes, we know
These things will grow
To share desires
To take what's ours

It's then I take a walk
To order creeping under my feet
I know this dark won't shift without a breeze
Sits on the graffitied bench where lovers meet

Sinead loves Connor
Jan loves Troy
Karen loves Allen
And Stevo loves himself

Each moment takes another thought away
Its then I saw the light at the closing of the day

And that's a strange light in the evening
And that's a strange light in the evening
And that's a strange light in the evening

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Writer(s): DAVID MICHAEL OLIVER KITT