a boy looks like an old man
he huddles in the cold
and reaching for the darkness
away from the half-light
a dark girl wonders on
she bears a wound for you
a car comes to a halt
inside a man waiting
he is calling his house
eyes fixed at the gun
a bag is tossed on the ground
its content already used
the cold subsides and someone dies
there in the half-light
he is calling his house
eyes fixed at the gun
a language she don't know
telling her about love
she lets him in
he takes his chance
he huddles in the cold
and reaching for the darkness
away from the half-light
a dark girl wonders on
she bears a wound for you
a car comes to a halt
inside a man waiting
he is calling his house
eyes fixed at the gun
a bag is tossed on the ground
its content already used
the cold subsides and someone dies
there in the half-light
he is calling his house
eyes fixed at the gun
a language she don't know
telling her about love
she lets him in
he takes his chance