The city crouches, steaming In the early morning half-light The sun is still a rumor And the night is still a threat
Slipping through the dark streets And the echoes and the shadows Something stirs behind me And my palms begin to sweat
Sometimes I freeze – until the light comes Sometimes I fly – into the night Sometimes I fight – against the darkness Sometimes I’m wrong – sometimes I’m right
Coiled for the spring Or caught like a creature in the headlights Into a desperate panic Or a tempest of blind fury Like a cornered beast Or a conquering hero
The menace threatens, closing And I’m frozen in the shadows I’m not prepared to run away And I’m not prepared to fight
I can’t stand to reason Or surrender to a reflex I will trust my instincts Or surrender to my fright
Sometimes we freeze – until the light comes Sometimes we’re wrong – and sometimes we’re right Sometimes we fight – against the darkness Sometimes we fly – into the night
Blood running cold Mind going down into a dark night Of a desperate panic Or a tempest of blind fury Like a cornered beast Or a conquering hero
Sometimes I freeze Sometimes I fight Sometimes I fly Into the night