The City Crouches, Steaming

In The Early Morning Half-light

The Sun Is Still A Rumor

And The Night Is Still A Threat



Slipping Through The Dark Streets

And The Echoes And The Shadows

Something Stirs Behind Me

And My Palms Begin To Sweat



Sometimes I Freeze - Until The Light Comes

Sometimes I Fly - Into The Night

Sometimes I Fight - Against The Darkness

Sometimes I'm Wrong - Sometimes I'm Right



Coiled For The Spring

Or Caught Like A Creature In The Headlights

Into A Desperate Panic

Or A Tempest Of Blind Fury

Like A Cornered Beast

Or A Conquering Hero



The Menace Threatens, Closing

And I'm Frozen In The Shadows

I'm Not Prepared To Run Away

And I'm Not Prepared To Fight



I Can't Stand To Reason

Or Surrender To A Reflex

I Will Trust My Instincts

Or Surrender To My Fright



Sometimes We Freeze - Until The Light Comes

Sometimes We're Wrong - And Sometimes We're Right

Sometimes We Fight - Against The Darkness

Sometimes We Fly - Into The Night



Blood Running Cold

Mind Going Down Into A Dark Night

Of A Desperate Panic

Or A Tempest Of Blind Fury

Like A Cornered Beast

Or A Conquering Hero



Sometimes I Freeze

Sometimes I Fight

Sometimes I Fly

Into The Night