boy looks like an old man
He huddles in the cold
And reaching for the darkness
Away from the half-light

dark girl wonders on
She bears a wound for you

[bad word] to a halt
Inside a man waiting
He is calling his house
Eyes fixed at the gun

bag is tossed on the ground
Its content already used
The cold subsides and someone dies
There in the half-light

He is calling his house
Eyes fixed at the gun
language she don't know
Telling her about love
He lets him in
He takes his chance