(Alone In) Brussels

Lights close man in the purple
Lock the gate lock the door
He knows me better than I did before
Last call clouds going purple
Lock the gate lock the door
Sky looking darker than it did before
Ice cold there goes another
Friend again I understand
He liked it better how it was before
Parks closed dusk getting nearer
Dim the space clear the air
(You know that) he leaves it sweeter than it was before
How can you hide so far from home
Barely can find a pulse
Find it when you’re all alone