Empty streets still wear your scent
Neon lights spill where the shadows bend
I walk alone, but I can feel
The kind of truth you never steal
And I run, I run
Chasing what’s already gone
Through the silence, through the dark
Like a train with no spark
And I run, I run
But I know deep in my heart
That the last train home
Won’t turn back
Your words burn against the walls
Every echo pulls me to fall
I close my eyes, I see your face
Lie to myself to keep my place
