Days spent looking for details. He didn’t know why he spent days looking for details, but he knew he had to. It was a strange force, driving him to those sometimes frantically busy, and sometimes deathly quite streets. Looking for signs. Sometimes he found signs, and sometimes he only found a gust of wind.
Beauty is what the eyes behold
And you burn brighter than most
I chased you thru the midnight streets
To be where I could speak freely