Grime Noir

Cold bricks on the pavement under frozen boots Stretching out the truth,

pulling up the deepest roots Watching how they move when the shadow

starts to bend Running from the start,

never finding where it ends

It's a long way down in the quiet dark Waiting for the

spark in the empty park (yeah) Every step is heavy but the

pace is fast Wondering if the heavy winter ever gonna pass

Flicker in the streetlamp,

dust upon the glass Minutes in the hourglass fading into past Never

looking back, keeping pressure on the pace Tracing every outline of a

temporary face

It's a long way down in the quiet dark Waiting for the

spark in the empty park (hah)

Every step is heavy but the pace is fast Wondering if the

heavy winter ever gonna pass