Sounds of night betray the day,

Shadows mourn a dying sun,

As flowers curl round saddened light,

Whose tears sad stars become,

In soft cafes, a hand, a match,

A flame, a wistful smile,

For dreams of things that dreams remained,

For dreams long realised,

While on darkened streets,

The curtains close,

Against the hopes, the lies,

And from deep within those lonely rooms,

Come maddened hopeless cries.