Into Oblivion

Streetlights blurring into gold

A story that's a few hours

old

Concrete cracks where little weeds grow

A quiet hum,

a seething glow

Feel the pull of something new

Past the rooftops,

me and you Leaving all the

noise behind

These are the ripples pushing out

Dancing till the sun comes 'round

From the pavement to the stars

Into oblivion, it's ours

The last house fades into the

trees A different language in the

breeze Pine needle path beneath our

feet The city's pulse is growing

weak

These are the ripples pushing out

Dancing till the sun comes 'round

From the pavement to the stars

Into oblivion, it's ours

Ripples pushing out

Into the sun

Oblivion