Sciamachy
She sings in the operas curtains,
Fighting off, her secret demons;
Hiding her hands, from her wrists,
Fighting shadows with bloody fists
I found, that night;
A shadow winning a bloody street fight
Walking down,
The streets of a broken town
We’re looking for a shot of daylight
Looking in the broken streetlights,
There’s nothing there,
No chance or fair,
We need the people everywhere
I found, that flight;
A shadow swiping across the night
Falling down,
The bird was broken on the empty ground
She sings in the sea,
Luring us in…
She sings to me…
My invisible enemy