I came in through your window; The snowfall had begun. I came to you without believing Anything I had done. You told me you were dreaming About an empty space. Well, hopes and childhood memories, They never fall from grace. It's a point of pride, This trick of a delicate side. Pretty thoughts and fantasies Are okay by me. Who knew you had the way To cut this city in two? I didn't before, but now... Now I do. I tried to keep my composure To navigate this desire. But heartbeat, pulse, and tragedy Were willing to conspire. This night is overflowing With faces I can't name. Your friends are all so handsome, girl, But in this light, we all look the same. It's a point of pride, That these animals stay by your side.