shadowplay

To the centre of the city where all roads meet, waiting for you, To the depths of the ocean where all hopes sank, searching for you, I was moving through the silence without motion, waiting for you, In a room without window in the corner I found truth. In the shadowplay, acting out your own death, knowing no more, As the assassins all grouped in four lines, dancing on the floor, And with cold steel, odour on their bodies mad a move to connect, But I could only stare in disbelief as the crowds all left.