LYRIC FOR SALE

By Gillespie

(Verse 1)
The clock strikes shy of noon,
September sun in bloom.
Bus engine hums beneath the sky,
You’re by the chemist’s shop — won’t meet my eye.
Tracing cracks in the paving stones,
Anything but turning home.

(Verse 2)
They cast us in their roles —
You, the rose with polished soles.
Me, the quiet girl in grey,
Different masks, same play.
But we found truth in whispered tones,
Behind the walls, beneath the drones.

(Pre-Chorus)
The driver stubs his cigarette,
The signal’s flashing — not just yet.
I breathe you in, I hold my nerve,
This love’s the only thing I serve.

(Chorus)
Goodbye to twitching curtains, lanes of stone and shame,
The only truth I’ve ever known is shouting through this rain.
I’m not escaping from a town, I’m breaking through with you,
The diesel fumes smell just like hope — and every word is true.

(Bridge)
The road ahead’s a story yet to write,
A terrifying, blinding light —
But you step first, and then I do,
And suddenly, it’s me and you.