Crash on the highway,
stranded between
My friends had waited,
but left without me
A glimpse on the platform,
we met on the train
She came from further,
heading my way

Three days in April,
three years ago
One black eyed stranger
I learned to know
made all my plans stop
shook me off track
Ten days of longing
I followed her back

A plane made of paper
struck by the light
circled forever
over the city at night
Like a movie,
like a song,
how it should be
being young