Night will be coming on
my fingers can feel my heart
got to get inside
before it gets dark
before the crowds are gone
i wrap myself tight
i can hear my footsteps
and the street lamps
try to light up
they flicker on and off
in this twilight hour
in this lonely air
by myself today
in this neon landscape
i don’t have the words
i am a foreigner
knows how to get away
can’t tell how long i’ve been gone
i’m all adrenalin
and my thoughts are running wild
like a serenade
the sirens howl all night
they are ancient cries
by myself today
in this neon landscape
i don’t have the words
i am a foreigner

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