A boy looks like an old man He huddles in the cold And reaching for the darkness Away from the half-light
A dark girl wonders on and on She bears a wound for you
A car comes to a halt Inside a man is waiting He is calling his house Eyes fixed at the gun
A bag is tossed on the ground Its content already used The cold subsides and someone dies There in the half-light
He is calling his house Eyes fixed at the gun A language she don't know Telling her about love She lets him in He takes his chance