Slippin' trough this cityscape
Same old movies playing in my head
Looking for distractions there
Window shopping credit's in the red
I'm better off without these things
I've been hearing music play tonight
Your tender voice will haunt my mind
When love is distant in the winter lights
The morning comes undivined
I take my table at the back
My solitary weave will lose its zest
Nothing here inspires me
Now this sole flâneur sits unimpressed
These dreams I can't express
Watching strangers meeting friends tonight
A flash of memory blinds my eyes
When the love is distant in the winter lights
The morning comes undivined
When the love is distant in the winter lights
Your ghost is the only thing I find
