Nerve

High white ways, shattered by rain. Pale dead walls, nerves pushed in pain. Red light faced, mirrors of the dead. People in the archways, eyes full of lead. Always closing down myself, lower sights and never see. Worlds of noise and worlds of light, expecting not to be. High white ways, shattered by rain. Pale dead walls, nerves pushed in pain. Red light faced, mirrors of the dead. People in the archways, eyes full of lead. Always closing down myself, lower sights and never see. Worlds of noise and worlds of light, expecting not to be. Not close enough for you to hear, a breath or steal a sigh. But just close enough for me, to take a step and pass you by.