The streets looked foreign and the night was short
And pointed to a situation tense,
But how else can experience be thought
When there is nothing else you could report
Than empty boulevards where lights condense
Where streets looked foreign and the night was short,
When everything looked futile, nothing taught
You that your driving round made little sense,
But how else can experience be thought?
And how else can experience be caught
Except by making it a picture, whence
The streets looked foreign and the night was short?
Perhaps this methodology would sort
Things out, reality being no defence,
But how else can experience be thought?
So in the end you ask yourself what fought
Against your having feelings so intense:
The streets looked foreign and the night was short,
And how else can experience be thought?
