Ash

The black and blue I'm born into The wind I ride and the silence of the sky And its solitude I need no guide Flying blind Tips of the peaks Tops of the trees And power lines Bend, set, photograph Love, death, all of that Alright, alright The streets are all mine in the middle of the night Alright, alright You know I'm looking pretty under all these lights The black and blue I turn into On the hood of a car or the awning of a bar On the avenue It's goodnight If not goodbye I see your face reflected in the street And this fall of mine Bend, set, photograph Love, death, all of that Alright, alright The streets are all mine in the middle of the night Alright, alright You know I'm looking pretty under all these lights This is the moment when you stop and you reflect And you decide to change your mind Alright Alright, alright The streets are all mine in the middle of the night Alright, alright You know I'm looking pretty under all these lights Alright, alright The streets are all mine in the middle of the night Alright, alright I know I'm looking pretty under all these lights Alright Alright, alright Alright, alright Alright, alright Alright