The venue is filled floor to ceiling with smoke
So tonight I'm walking these streets all alone
Fists buried in pockets, clenched against the persisting cold


High overhead the brightly lit billboards are advertising
Things that I can't afford

Like luxury watches, new cars and hospitals

I'm sick to my stomach with this deep fear of death

That heaven's not coming Ive learned to accept
Slowly breathe this cold air in my lungs and I circulate it


Freezing wind blowing glass in my eyes
Seems hellbent on making me deny
That I won't lead a palindrome life

Slowly exhale
Warm air
Then I watch it rise

So I lengthen my stride