(i)
I felt the cool breeze on my face,
The wind played with my hair,
You didn't see but I played my ace,
Life somehow wasn't really fair.
The streets were empty,
And so was my heart.
But I had lived for such nights,
When I could feel the adrenaline rush.

(ii)
We had never been so spontaneous,
Never rushed in haste,
But the blowing wind called us,
And we couldn't let it go to waste.
So at 3 we began,
A journey not so far.
A few people on way we met,
In my memories their faces still last.

(iii)
The beauty wasn't the stop,
Excitement wasn't to reach,
The beating heart missed a few beats,
And it was only because of the way.
It was all grey and black,
And then it was blue,
Polaroids and pictures I don't have,
But the images in my heart are safe.

(iv)
Like the cindrella, we had to leave,
Before the sun rise, before dawn,
Before the mighty rays could enlighten the world,
Before meeting someone capable of stealing the essence.
They still wonder about the mysterious scars,
The ones they see on out body without the fall.
Oh, but our lives start when they fall asleep,
They want to know but they'll never dig this deep.
For when their day ends,
Our mysteries begin.
It starts with grey and a bit of black,
Through liliac and purple, and on blue it waives.