Our Park By Night - Craft Spells

On this night I feel a certain liberation

I took the bus to find out what you meant to me

Saw the park and got off at my destination

12 o’clock and suddenly I feel so free

Don’t know what it could be

On some days

I feel it crashing in

If I could see you out where the sign meets

I’d hold you once again

Every night I listen closely

For your wind to catch me

In a park way after dark

On this bench I felt an inch of desperation

Missed my bus and felt no major urge to leave

Saw a park and followed my dumb inclination

12 o’clock and suddenly I feel so free

Don’t know what it could be

On some days

I feel it crashing in

If I could see you out where the sign meets

I’d hold you once again

Every night I listen closely

For your wind to catch me

In a park way after dark