Dark City, Dead Man (Live at La Gaîté Lyrique)

When the streetlights fade. Warm rain like judgement descends
Their voice numbs me. Speaking words in a dead tongue
I have walked a road that lead me back to you
From a window our glances met. My true colours I cannot hide
The landscape has changed. You don't recognise me
These pictures slowly fade. Memories wither, they are all gone
Further down the steps get steepеr. You haunt me in my dreams
I let go and fall deepеr. This will be the end of me