The blue hour whispers What we won't say. Our steps won't get lost In the city. We hid among the raindrops, Both thinking a bit too loud Of the Outland Road. I guess fate was just winking. The hopscotch on the sidewalk Had no sky. We picked the same card that day, Diamonds, alright. Funny life should show up In a Greek restaurant - The winter gives. I guess fate was just winking. But a story needs to be told And I prefer life Silent as gold - But the story must to be told.