Sterile glow of the streetlight,

The deafening absence of sound.

Moths flitter in the night,

Dark creatures crawl the ground.

The deafening absence of sound,

So thoughts come out to think.

Dark creatures crawl the ground.

Cold water drips in the sink.

So thoughts come out to think

Mischief, when the sun has died.

Cold water drips in the sink;

Frost forms on a flower.

Mischief when the sun has died:

The shadows do it best.

Frost forms on a flower

Alone from all the rest.

The shadows do it best.

Moths flitter in the night

Alone from all the rest.

Sterile glow of the streetlight.