We shall take a walk,
down the road and
wander around,
see the lights falling out
cause these cities ain't
no sleeping anymore,
Baby, won't you come out ?
I will be waiting by the shore.
We could dance and roam,
maybe seal this night
as our own, and kill
a little time, swaying around
watch the night fall out,
and let our woes sink in.
So, won't you come around ?
And paint the town red
For you can sleep,
again, when you're dead !
P.S Got a poetry prompt from the song "where the lonely ones roam"
