I was resting
Against a damp brick wall
In a deserted dark alley
Looking into his dark eyes

By the light of a lone street lamp
I watched them soften
As they found mine

We have had too many silences
Filled with doubt and mistrust
And fear
Too many nights of too many words
And too little love

But tonight
in a damp dark alley
With only our eyes
doing the talking
And the softest of kisses
We begin again

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