Asylum Street, Asylum Street...
The air is thick, the air is sweet.
A thunder strikes above our heads -
And we don't walk, we run instead.
Asylum Street, Asylum Street...
Wet pavement under bare feet.
With shoes in hand, we're running home
Through pouring rain, wet to the bone.
We reach our shelter, out of breathe,
The thunderstorm has paused to rest.
Our pounding hearts drum beats galore
And words don't matter anymore.
When darkness wrapped the lights in shade
The lips had met and loves were made.
And as our fingers interweaved,
I cried in happy disbelief.
Asylum Street, Asylum Street...
Who knows if we will ever meet
In this or any other life,
In thunderstorms amid July.
I dream of rain and grayish sky,
I dream of flying through the time.
A lightning flash, my path is lit:
Asylum Street, Asylum Street...
2013
