The lights of a town's railway station, office blocks and one of its lamp posts beaming into the dark blue of the night sky.
"Light each candle, here tonight, then gone forever."
The lights of a building in London gleaming into the night and overlooking a canal.
"I had a good run playing horses in my mind,
Left my heart out somewhere running, wanting strangers to be mine.
Memory's a sacred meat, that's drying all the time,
On a hillside, I remember, I am loving losing life."
Sunbeams through grey clouds, shining between the suspenders of a bridge.
In her shadow.
"She was crestfallen, until she was able to rationalise it as a great mistake."
