It started raining while we were driving back to the city. It was quiet except for that sound that tires make when they rush across the wet pavement. I started to think about the city, all the people, how much I love it, and suddenly the quiet was like an alarm in my ears.
I thought about this enormous city and it was reduced to just a few lights, a wet windshield and a steady hum on the road on the way in. Sometimes I look out the window in my living room and I wonder about all the specs of light coming from the buildings. We're all on top of each other - thousands of people on one block and we're all just small lights. We're not that different from each other.
Spies - Coldplay