City at Night I - Skyline

Big city romanticism

We're at this place through no fault of our own

We did nothing wrong, and we mustn't give in

it's a beautiful night, and you're perfect

And I hope the sun doesn't come back.

The city sprawls and the music rises

The lights flicker and dance in time

to the soft sounds of awe that we make

And for a moment our anxiety abates.

I find few things more beautiful than a city at night

It speaks to me of opportunity

and dark journeys underground

if I'm not mesmerised by a starry sky.

Take nothing for granted, I know

So rarely do conditions conspire

to allow me the company of my desire

and tomorrow I'll likely be alone.

And I'll likely be depressed to boot

If not tripping out or running from my pain

I'll come up to this hilltop

a drink in this view again. 

Brightness in the dark of all colours

All different heights, a forest of steel

filled with dark creatures 

scrapping in gutters for mates.

Man down a man hole in the ground

Food and shelter everywhere

scuttling around in the dirt

trying to come to the point.

When the sun does return, against my wishes

a whole other creature awakes

and takes the streets by force 

it's time for me to hide.