Twelve streetlights all lined up

Number thirteen has burned out

Vegan shoes applaud the stars

In the cold night of January

Between the lanes a splitting heartbeat

Empty houses spinning by

Wolfing breaths consume the night

As the whole world shuts its tinted eyes

Holy, holy hold the hands

Abandoned hearts cannot stand fast

Future knows nothing of the past

And the tortured smells of home

Icy fog slicks off the street

A ghostly moonbeam exposes two closed eyes

Tonight the world is trapped in silence

And the sky stands frozen in time

Roads turn into railroad tracks

Walking slows and halts mid-stride

Screaming steel explodes the night

And blinding light meets arms held wide