Midnight, not a sound from the pavement
In the lamplight, the withered leaves collect at my feet
Memory, all alone in the moonlight
I remember the time I knew what happiness was
Every street lamp seems to beat
Someone mutters and the street lamp sputters
Daylight, I must wait for the sunrise
When the dawn comes, tonight will be a memory too
The stale, cold smell of morning
A street lamp dies, another night is over
Touch me, it's so easy to leave me