All day
I keep waiting
To be with the night
To forget the parties
Of the day
To kiss and hold her tight
All the while
I'm killing time
The light will never
know my name
I hide what I should seek
I let go of these reins
All these moments
Photographs of colours
Washed and turned inside out
Hung to dry while she hums
"Music is made of cowards
and silence is a crowd."
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