Salzburg

Just stay awake until the time finally arrives.

With the Glockenspiel in time with the clock, I'll find the answer I am looking for.

Hours after returning home, after running my hands through her hair.

The room is still spinning.

I feel the alcohol setting in.

I hear footsteps descend the stairs.

It's not the ones of my friend, she has a certain sound to hers.

The piano in the floor above sounds sad.

E minor, I do believe.

A night in Salzburg never fails to tell tales.

From my window, I can see the city in an acquainted shade of blue.

I see bright pretty pink lights in the distance, it's as if the city is amidst a sigh for the night.

What beauty, the stars paint the scene well.

I hear the door finally open, It is time to see what it was all worth.

I am finally home.