Streets

It's getting dark too dark to see
I need a place where I can rest my feet
I sing, the city falls asleep
I'm thinking about you, do you think of me?

Streets walking down these empty streets
Buses, empty seats
I need you
Eat, go to work and then to sleep
Dreaming about you

Streets walking down these empty streets
Buses, empty seats
I need you
Eat, go to work and then to sleep
Dreaming about you

My lips, my voice, my hands are yours
I passed your window and I feel your ghost
I sent you letters, read your post
I wonder why I kill what I love most

Streets walking down these empty streets
Buses, empty seats
I need you
Eat, go to work and then to sleep
Dreaming about you

Streets walking down these empty streets
Buses, empty seats
I need you
Eat, go to work and then to sleep
Dreaming about you