The Watcher

A silhouette stays close to me
Though I can’t see what I know, it looks down on the crowded streets, watching all engaging none but me
And as the lights close on St.George
I hear the sound of a thousand RESLTESS WORDS recalling me, invoking me tempting me to ignore

That I am not of the lonely ones, the only ones - who wouldn’t take it back for the world
But they all think they’re not that same
Yeah they all think they’re not that same
And as it travels from roof to roof, it’s living proof I wouldn’t take it back for the world
But they all think they’re not that same
Yeah they all think they’re not that same

It consumes our enemies as we act out our crowded dreams
And as we push on day to day, it will remain concealed in the rise

A silhouette calls out to me
Now I can hear what it says, I can see the limit of the sound, calling all engaging none but me
And as the LIGHTS blaze on ST.GEORGE
The creature will wait in silence, calculating in present tense - in retrospect it makes me sick to see

We step back into light by day, above the shadow still remains
Never draws back to faded light, but safety there in the rise