When I sleep, I turn around I see her smiling at me.
We walk seperatly in each other corner of the street.
I stare and wonder why the wind is blowing south.
The lights in the street glow, as I'm holding your hand.
I feel it on your breath, you want to tell me something.
Power lines are cut off, it becomes so dark.
I can see the cigarette burning from your hand.
In this division street there are so much memories.
Beaneath these streets.