Detours, and reading maps in the dark

My tired eyes are shut
And I can see without a doubt that
I can't take it anymore.
Whether we can,
I don't know.

These dreams I have,
Asleep in this city,
Even when the sun wakes up,
I open my eyes and light my candles,
To see in the dark.

Times will change like the seasons,
These candles will burn long before that,
But you and I will last.

I found my light,
And although we can't find each other to talk much anymore,
I walk north.
Not to isolate myself further,
But because now you know how to get there too;
And now you'll know where to find me.