Lost Landmarks

The Blue Hour


There's so little magic
On this faded street
All the landmarks
Are lost
Yet I hear the echo
Of the memory
Of your footsteps
Leading from home

Still I follow the darkness
To daylight's bright grin
And each time it takes me
To strangers within

Past judgmental eye
A lunatic's pride
A rainstorm in a bouquet

Still I follow the darkness
To daylight's bright grin
And each time it takes me
To strangers within

I cry out to god
(A simple request)
To show me the way
Still I follow
The sound leads away
To you, to you, to you


Writer/s: The Blue Hour