At dusk, she looks out of her window...with lights, dim
She sees her soul pulling at the tethers of her heart..with every whim
Longing to fly back to where it belongs....to him..
And yet at the window, she stays...with lights, dim...
At dawn, he stands outside a teashop...with a crowd, alone
He sees his mind wandering to the nape of her neck...with every breath
Longing to sense and feel her, for he knew she belonged to him..
And yet at the teashop, he stands...with a crowd, alone..