Empty streets still wear your scent Neon lights spill where the shadows bend I walk alone, but I can feel The kind of truth you never steal And I run, I run Chasing what’s already gone Through the silence, through the dark Like a train with no spark And I run, I run But I know deep in my heart That the last train home Won’t turn back Your words burn against the walls Every echo pulls me to fall I close my eyes, I see your face Lie to myself to keep my place
