there's nothing quite like

[jikan myshkin]

There’s nothing quite like
Walking in the midnight streets
Lit by electric candles
Watching all of the beautiful people walking past
Entwined with each other

There’s nothing quite like
Sitting in the dark
Listening to the panic outside
Wondering if any of them
Are looking for you

There’s nothing quite like
Looking at the pictures in a book
Wishing they were alive
All these great people
Lost in the depths of time

There’s nothing quite like
Thinking of the ones
Who made you feel true
When compassion was the word
And responsibility was the cry

There’s nothing quite like
Being the one
Who can see through all the misery
And walking into a blinding light
Pure, angelic and free