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