I love the wistfulness of night-time
The contrast of neon lights and charcoal street
The smells and sights at midnight from a seat on an almost empty bus
Of cigarettes and coffee and filth and tired feet
I love the feeling of getting to know a place you thought you knew,
But you didn't really know
You've been acquainted with the city of bright -
Of hundreds of horns hooting
Thousands of people commuting
Everyone trying to remain anonymous and unknown
Surrounded by so many people who are alone
And exactly the same
But a city at night has humanity, character
There's room for individuality
Where every person has a story, carries weight
Every soul has a reason for being out so late
The plastic coating of a daytime rush melts away
And you're exposed
When
Office towers are hollow
Corner stores are haunted
Traffic lights are obselete
And people are people
Unique and startling and noticeable
There they are
Here we are
We're the ones who live here,
You just can't tell because we're actually invisible in daylight in a crowd
But we're here
And we're dreaming
Dreaming makes us real
Night-time makes us dream
I love the wistfulness of night-time
