Just a Silhouette

The streets are soked in the same stale liquor And there's a cloud of doubt in my mind. I thought I saw a friend I'd figured for a while That I wouldn't find. With the golden glow of the distant city. You were just a silhouette: As the street lights flickered like shining Mirrors I called out, but you'd already left - You'd already left. As my thoughts collide, there's no silver Lining and it's raining doubt in my mind. Then my thoughts divide into tiny pieces and I keep them safely inside. Cos tragedy is the same stale liquor, god - It tastes like home. You were just a silhouette: I figured I probably should have known - I should've known.