Following Christopher Nolan

London streets, a river of grey

Nothing to do,

nowhere to stay

Sitting in the window,

watching them pass A stranger's reflection trapped in the glass

Lonely and bored, I needed a spark To pull someone out of

the anonymous dark

Just pick a face from the endless stream

And follow their steps inside of a dream

Following close,

walking behind

Leaving your world and leaving mine

Just for a moment,

just for the thrill

To see where you're going,

to stand when you still

A rule that was made to be broken in two

I started with strangers...

and ended with you

Oxford Street crowds in slow motion blur

Chasing a ghost of who they might were Dark suit and a

bag,

weaving the maze Crossing the river through darkening haze Then a twist

in the tale,

a knock on the door Not the simple observer I fancied before

Passport photos tucked deep in a coat

A web of deception beginning to choke

Interrogation lights cutting the night

Bruises and plasters hiding the fight

Did I choose them,

or were they choosing me?

A puppet pulled strings that I couldn't quite see

The older man asks what I have to confess—

A twisted design

of guilt and distress

Following close,

walking behind Leaving your world and leaving mine Just for a moment,

just for the thrill

To see where you're going,

to stand when you still A rule that was made to be

broken in two

I started with strangers...

and ended with you

(ended with you!)

A hammer, a safe,

a bloodstained floor

The hunter's trapped behind someone else's door

Poetic justice in the dead of the night

Fading to black...

out of sight