The Dying of the Light (SSFD #7)

You get into a music shop and almost randomly buy a record. You listen and you suddenly you feel overwhelmed by a huge wave of melancholy: somewhere there is a guy who told the tale you thought was yours, his words and music sound so familiar. Is he a stranger, a childhood friend or just another parallel life? And you smile…

“And I was told that the streets were paved with gold
And there’d be no time for getting old when we were young
But it’s alright if you dance with me tonight
We’ll fight the dying of the light and we’ll catch the sun”