She lies there
anchored to a bed ( of heartache )
in a puddle of her own sweat
terrified
of all the things she's done
of the life she's led.

rain falls down
washing the street ( of broken dreams )
solitary footsteps
call out in the dark
he walks
silently
huddles against the chill
of all the things he's done
of the life he's led.

the city has eyes
to see what no one else
can see
the city has eyes
to cry when no one else
is there
to cry for you

She deeply sighs
looking at the time ( it moves too slowly )
wishing she could change
giving in
to all the things she's done
to the life she's led.

street lights glare
in oiled pools ( of memory )
muffled voices
laughter in the night
he moves
unwelcomed
he'll always have the scars
of the things he's done
of the life he's led.

the city has eyes
to see what no one else
can see
the city has eyes
to cry when no one else
is there
to cry for you