Cold Mac

A reconsidering man, his theories gold
A very collective man, his placings bold
Like a needle to the vein he stops his glasses slight askew
Into the night a girl, his mind pursues

Into the streetlight he strolls
Jeans blue a checked shirt and a vest
Blood and alcohol around his feet, splattered in a mess
Streetlights burn in time
All the while calculations running through his head

Will I ever be able to find my love in time?
Will I be forbidden and caged like a Lion?
What’s true for me is you
What’s true for me is you

Arrows fly at the circus and the roaring of the animals is near
A confession in his church for all the thoughts inside his head
From cloud to cloud he climbs and in the busyness of life
All the calculations running wild

Like a tornado born in darkness he awakes his passion light renewed
On the phone numbers dialled for the chance she might be interested
“I am cold in my loneliness!”
He is raw in his love for this

Will I ever be able to find my love in time?
Will I be forbidden and caged like a Lion?
What’s true for me is you
What’s true for me is you

Luck bestowed like a miracle upon this man
The girl of his life she sits alone again
Into the park he strolls
And a greeting with a smile and all his calculations dissolve

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