Commuting to home

The sky that darks the street
the cars lit the headlights
the fog that hides the hail
It's dark my heart, you see.

The temperature cold freezing
it's unbearable to be here
the coats that pass dripping
It's dark my heart, you see.

It's the end of the evening,
the tube is full of people
the streets are jamming,
It's dark my heart, you see.

It's one hour traveling,
seeing the near houses passing,
the landscape is messing
the leftovers of my brain, you see.

In the most hidden corner
I'm outside of our building,
I'm finally next to you,
It's light my heart, you see.

All hail, I'm home, I'm entering.