To

the

ce-

ntre

of

the

ci-

ty

where

all

roads

meet,

wai-

ting

for

you

To

the

dep-

ths

of

the

o-

cean

where

all

hopes

sank,

sear-

ching

for

you,

I

was

mo-

ving

through

the

si-

lence

with-

out

mo-

tion,

wai-

ting

for

yo-

u,

In

a

room

with

a

win-

dow

in

the

cor-

ner

I

found

tru-

th.

In

the

sha-

dow-

play,

act-

ing

out

your

own

death,

know-

ing

no

mo-

re,

As

the

ass-

assins

all

grouped

in

four

lines,

danc-

ing

on

the

floor,

And

with

cold

steel,

o-

dour

on

their

bo-

dies

made

a

move

to

con-

ne-

ct,

But

I

could

on-

ly

stare

in

dis-

be-

lief

as

the

cro-

wds

all

le-

ft.

I

did

ev-

ery-

thing,

ev-

ery-

thing

I

wan-

ted

to

I

let

them

use

you

for

their

own

ends,

To

the

ce-

ntre

of

the

ci-

ty

in

the

night,

wai-

ting

for

you,

To

the

ce-

ntre

of

the

ci-

ty

in

the

night,

wai-

ting

for

you.