Insomnia, Belgravia (edit)

My screen glows blue at 3

AM

Staring at the ceiling cracks again

I put my boots on,

slip out the door Onto the

cold wooden floor Walk past the

shuttered shops on the high street

Only the night bus on the

concrete

The empty station entrance is locked

up tight I watch the street

cleaner under the yellow light Walking

just to clear my head Avoiding

my empty unmade bed

Insomnia, Belgravia Insomnia,

Belgravia Insomnia,

Belgravia Insomnia,

Belgravia

Nearly deserted roads,

the white stucco gleams

Far away

from standard dreams

I see a shadow crossing the

square

Cold autumn night,

mist in the air

We match our steps,

slow down to a crawl Two

strangers leaning on a garden wall

A quiet hello,

unexpected and new Under the streetlamp's

hazy blue

Insomnia, Belgravia Insomnia,

Belgravia Insomnia,

Belgravia Insomnia,

Belgravia

Are

you staying out?

Just walking around

No place to go

In this quiet town

Insomnia, Belgravia Insomnia,

Belgravia Insomnia,

Belgravia Insomnia,

Belgravia Insomnia,

Belgravia Insomnia,

Belgravia Insomnia,

Belgravia Insomnia