Quiet Streets

(mmm) Checked the clock, it's half past three

Just the streetlights keeping watch on me

Too many thoughts in a crowded room So I stepped outside to

the quiet gloom

Walking through the haze,

keeping my composure No need to look back,

we are getting closer

(getting closer, yeah)

Flicker of a sign,

static on the air Everyone is searching for something that isn't there

Keep my collar up,

let the rhythm steer Nothing left to prove,

everything is clear

Walking through the haze,

keeping my composure No need to look back,

we are getting closer (yeah)

Just a shadow on the wall

(no rush,

no rush)