Glasswalls and Sirens

Your touch on my frame,

in the glare of the street A cinematic frame,

a retreat from the heat The whispers surround us,

the static of the crowd A signal of danger,

a warning aloud. The scavengers gather,

the shadows grow tall A flicker of spirit,

waiting to fall.

The trackers are waiting,

the traps are all set We’re the shadows in flight,

escaping the net. Mon amour, I

know of a haven,

a place off the grid Where the noise doesn't follow,

where the secrets are hid.

Tracking their ghosts, chasing the wind Finding the space where the cycle

begins.

The cameras are flashing,

we leap for the gate Let them scream at the void,

we decide on our fate Loose words are the shipwreck,

the debris of the past But we’re moving in silence,

running too fast. They take their aim,

but our armor is tight.

I know the location,

hidden from sight.

Bulletproof. À l'épreuve des balles.

Dead of the night.

Au cœur de la nuit.

Always for you. Toujours pour toi.

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Tiguidou.

The sanctuary is secure.

I know the places.

Je connais les lieux.