L.O.S.T

There's something about this city always ,
Standing on my balcony I feel the wind in my hair ,
Its the tunnels that go through my mind leaving me empty , everytime.

.............

Because it was always you and me wrapped in some old blanket that reeks of caffeine and alcohol.
The subway seems empty these days without your footsteps around.
But it was always you and me going around and chasing fireflies. 

With your breathe and mine catching up slowly , I see we are finally nowhere and finally no one.
But you see it was always you and me,
In between nowhere and somewhere.

The night drifts away and I m standing alone watching  citylights.
And my mind in a maze  flies away somewhere in the mist ,
To you ,
Or to your favourite page saved for me.
But you see it was always you and me on every page,
On every calender days and drunken clouds ,
On guitar strings or in between those lost verses of your poetry ,
It was always you and me.