The night is a stranger With sad eyes, A rush of bleak memories Trickle on the brittle margins Of a stone-cold spine Like scattered lyrics Of songs strumming sins and pain,
The night is a stranger, A pale ghost Of a nameless girl With a smile borrowed From a songbird, Have you seen the sun Tiptoe on the edge of euphoria Before bad luck Struck more than twice? Is it too late To dry tears And cast fears To the moonstone skies?
And when the song Softly playing in my heart ends, And the pale ghosts Dwindle with the fading notes In a spiral Of gaunt beginnings and cinematic endings seasoned with paradoxes and insecurities,
I want to know If by then You'll still remember How to say my name.