The city crouches, steaming
In the early morning half light
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
Caught like a creature in the headlights
Or a tempest of blind fury
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 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
Mind going down into a dark night
Or a tempest of blind fury
Sometimes I freeze, until the light comes
Sometimes I fly, into the night