In a mixture of thoughts and confusion
I was looking at the sky from my very high spot
On the very top roof of London
I felt like I could as well be in Paris
Writting a story under the evening sunlight
Letting the night come settling down in silence
Light a candle in the fortress of dreams
Look at the window to see the midnight walkers
You can see the world without being seen
Inaccessible in a tower of thoughts
It is a refuge made on your image
Pink lighting's been seen from the tube station
Red light district call or angel retreat
What you see in it is what you do not have
*Spring's mood mode*
