silver tide awakening

The blue-black pavement holds the cold

Avenue empty, stories told

Walking until the stars go pale (ahhhh)

And the shadows start to bend

Silver lines that mock the end

Oh, the sky turns silver over the street

And I am not the same person I used to be

The night has changed me

(ooh, changed me)

A quiet wind begins to blow

On the windows where the early watchmen go

I feel the shift beneath my feet

Silver over the

avenue (a

new day)