Colors of the City

Breathe, breathe, let the silence fill the air.
Leave, leave, there is nothing waiting there.
Run, run, through the colors of the city.
Run, run, where the night can hide the truth.
Go, go, let the rhythm pull me under.
Go, go, till I find another mood.
Violet clouds above the roofs,
Late-night trains are cutting through.
Someone laughs behind the door,