the city sighs a silent moan
the windows cast their lights
imagination, could I ever, ever reach that perfect sky
the naked trees there down the lane
claims the fallen leaves for spring
the flare of streetlights
caught my eye, I thought of seasons yet to come
and there is
hesitation, concentration
can't hold back and strain this
cold frustration
hello! do you want me nao?
hello! do you want me now
hellos through the silent stream of snow
you know I'm heading for a comeback
just this once
as I turn and face your elegance
imagination could there be
a perfect sky for us to bend
