The lonely watchman in his lighthouse,
never had a peaceful mind.
The lonely watchman was the reason for the light but,
he had picked a darker side.
The simple city was peculiar .
It was always a simple shade of grey.
But the lonely watchman and the fullness of his light he,
pushed the darkness all away.
He always hid all his daemons
as he stumbled on the ground.
The lonely watchman saw in the corner of his eye,
a pretty woman of the light.
Like a lamb to the slaughter,
he watched his body lay to rest.
Cigarette lit,
and his palms out,
waiting for his first damn kiss.
Till you showed him,
what he can be,
under his skin.
