Testo Still Life

Headlights crawl by a blur of white
Power lines form proof of life immersed in sleep
The city sits below
Its lights blinking in and out
Of the still trees rain pours
Upon these empty streets
Slowly hitting the ground it falls
Without a sound
I cant help this feeling;
I need it, this love inside.
You know that I see it;
you feel it, this apathy inside.

A constant upon the ocean floor
As footsteps appear they never disappear
Because of you

I cant help this feeling;
I need it, this love inside.
You know that I see it;
you feel it, this love inside