Witness

Streetlights spark to life as we pass by, caught in panes of warehouse windows and reflected in your eyes
Lying on your lawn on our sides
We'll stay outside
All our friends are all alright and all around
The grass and dust and summer dusk is just settling down
There's nowhere that we would rather be
As day wanes, our shadows stretch below
It's perfect where we are, as the sun hangs red and low
When night falls, there's an electricity in the air on your bare arms that sings of what could be
The city glimmers underneath the fading light
What joy to be a witness, to be alive and with this night
We breathe in the ghosts of loves, waiting above to be once again dreamt of