Dark District Light

Met before the meter had died
It was a lost love and the cars were to run
It was a dark day but single love were to play -
Stuck in the mud, cars locked, endangered love
Stuck in the mud, whether you'd fall down to my level
My mind will be a car park and you'd forever ride around it.

Roundabouts, seek devotions of compassions
If a compass were my funeral, traffic lights would devote you
You were my heroin of petrol lights, you'd ride around me day and night.
If the meter time had been up
My heart wouldn't of felt what it's just felt and
I wouldn't have known just how much I love you