my sanity steals away again
through silent homes and quiet streets

this soft collision of sadness and storms
roams in the passenger seat of a lonely car

as it passes through the stillness
types a message to me on the windowpane

and the dark sends visions
seeping through my sleep

my sanity steals away again
to the same street as always

where your eyes are just opening
at the caress of a late-hour crusade

and my ghost waits in the shadows
in a different kind of silence

waiting to grasp your hands
and lead you into even deeper darkness

because in the nighttime
all the rules go out the window.