Sitting staring at the skyscrapers at night. The girl sits on the roof top.
Alone in the midst of night hearing below the sounds of noisy ramblers. Does anyone know she sits there?
The cityscape is engulfing. The clock strikes. Night is clear. She watches the smoke rise up from her hand.
In the center of it all, yet part of it all, in thought of it all . The girl sits on the roof top.