The split lip's from a fall, the bike's fine. Last night's lit windows: a hundred and eleven.
Hajin, write that number down for me too. I use it to memorize names.
I've got one lit too, down in the basement. Did you count that one?
At night I count the windows still lit. Yesterday it was a hundred and eleven.
The split lip's from a fall, the bike's fine. Last night's lit windows: a hundred and eleven.

Every spot the patrol passes leaves an afterglow like thread, but one line was completely empty. Someone was standing at the end of that line, so I turned my bike around.