Still Life

Headlights crawl by
A blur of white
Power lines form proof of life
Immersed in sleep
The city sits below

Its lights blinking in and out
Of the still trees rain falls
Upon these empty streets
Slowly hitting the ground it falls
Without a sound

I can't help this feeling
I need it
This love inside
You know that I see it
You feel it, this apathy inside

A constant upon the ocean floor
As footsteps appear they never disappear
Because of you...