Show must

We are back to the show, we dress our costumes, we go out to scene. 

Here the waves crash in your head.

Here the music is loud and familiar.

Here the streets are empty.

Here the sky is rainning.

Here people knows you in the street.

Here there's no place to hide.

Here the roads seem too long.

Here you don't live on your own.

Here you have to share your loneliness.

Here the rocks are scary.

Here you pray for snowing.

Here there's peple left.

Here nobody speaks different.

Here you cannot improve your knowledge.

Here water is cold.

Here your skin starts to burn.

Here sky is blue.

Here life goes on.