Empty Streets
Finn Bjarson
The city feels clean this time of night
Just empty streets and me walking home
To clear my head
And though it came as no surprise
I'm affected more than I had guessed
By what was said
If this loves not meant to be
If a hearts not ready to open
If the naked eye won't see
It's broken.
It's that quiet time before the dawn
And I'm half past making sense of it
Was I wrong?
Should I think to give it all
In a world where not much ever seams
To last long.
If this loves not meant to be
If a hearts not ready to open
If the naked eye won't see
It's broken.