A boy looks like an old man   He huddles in the cold   And reaching for the darkness   Away from the half-light      A dark girl wonders on and on   She bears a wound for you      A car comes to a halt   Inside a man is waiting   He is calling his house   Eyes fixed at the gun      A bag is tossed on the ground   Its content already used   The cold subsides and someone dies   There in the half-light      He is calling his house   Eyes fixed at the gun   A language she don't know   Telling her about love   She lets him in   He takes his chance