Let's Write The Streets - Hundreds

For the first time

I can see your eyes

I am all alone

It is clear we’ll fall from grace

We cannot walk away

Away from each other

Medicate my heart

I medicate your heart

Its just wrong we stay

The coldest part has come

We built a perfect place

And pictured each other

We are whitest sheets

Let’s write the streets

Could you sit with me?

Under the icicles

Give me your trembling hands

I don’t wear kid gloves

This darkness is complete

Please don’t say a word

Oh we will stumble

But that’s the way we walk

Please tell me everything

And maybe in the end

We 'll even have lost the fear

We are whitest sheets

Lets write the streets

The streets, the streets, the streets, the streets, the streets, the streets,

the streets…

I tried

I tried

To walk alone