The Fooler

I really thought that I could find you again
City [?] where we play pretend
Instead of streets, they all seem like dead ends
Sometimes a reverie is not your friend

Has anyone ever walked from the lacuna of a streetlamp's halo
Out of shadow, steps you
The fooler

Hot and cold
Cool and cooler
I am the fool
And you are the fooler

This vacant street is just a timepiece
Empty time and empty space
Lying hands on a damaged face
[Tension ever needing to relieve?]

Well here's a heart
You'rе still its ruler
I wound it so tight
You're its unspooler
Yеah that's you
You are the fooler

Hot and cold
Cool and cooler
I am the fool
And you are the fooler

Hot and cold
Cool and cooler
I am the fool
And you are the fooler