While walking on a roundabout,
I took the straight path through,
In dismal days of darkness,
When the only light was you.
Now I live in total chaos,
Disregard the common way,
And if you hit this town again,
I hope deep down you’ll stay.
Till then I’ll keep on walking,
Along the shallow land,
Where a hundred thousand nightingales,
Have perished on the sand.