Rêverie
Anna Tivel Lyrics

The streetlights are diamonds, the sidewalk a bed
The city at night sparkles but is also dirty and full of debris. It feels like a cold, abandoned place.

Of boot heels and garbage and cigarettes
People who don't care about their environment leave their rubbish on the sidewalk.

And only the hopeless and lonesome are left
People who are lonely and desolate roam the deserted streets at night.

To pin up the night and go home
The people who remain eventually retire to their homes.

And I don't believe that a fortune is told
The singer is sceptical about the idea of having one's fortune told.

By the turning of cards, by the swinging of stones
She thinks that fortune telling methods are unlikely to work.

But still I'm here hoping for what I can't hold
Despite her doubts, she desires some kind of divine intervention.

For some kind of sign from above
She wants a spiritual message from a higher power.

So turn out the lights, let the diamonds be damned
The singer doesn't care about the dazzling cityscape.

A reverie is sweeter in the dark
She finds it easier to daydream at night.

And I don't got nothing but two empty hands
The singer has nothing tangible.

And this slow burning flame of a heart
But she has strong emotions that inspire her.

And midnight comes rolling all bottles and bags
People leave trash everywhere as they leave bars and restaurants.

They come to rest soft in the park
It ends up in public places like parks.

And a beautiful woman, her voice made of glass
The singer has a dream.

Stirs in a dream in the dark
She sees this woman in her dreams.

And I don't believe that the future is told
The singer doesn't believe in fate.

By the weight of a word, but by the way it's spoke
She thinks how things are said is more important than what is said.

And still I'm here holding your name in my throat
The singer can't stop thinking about someone.

And isn't it sweet on my tongue
But the thoughts feel good.

And the dawn glows, and it spreads like a spill
The light of a new day slowly begins to emerge.

In the shadows, someone whispers it will be alright
There is a sense of comfort in the early hours of the morning.

The streetlights are faded, the sidewalk a song
As day breaks and the sun rises, the city takes on a new feeling.

Of footsteps, and papers, and telephones
People rush to work, reading newspapers and making phone calls.

And darling it's raining, come take me back home
The singer wants to return home, especially now that it has started to rain.

It seems that I've seen quite enough
She is tired of the city and wants to go home.

And I don't know which way I'm bound to believe
The singer feels confused and unsure about what to believe.

The story itself, or the space between
She doesn't know if she should focus on the facts or the things in-between them.

But still I'm here wiping my eyes on my sleeve
Despite her uncertainty and confusion, she is emotional.

At the beautiful world waking up
She is moved by the beauty of the world around her even though she is tired of the city.