03 This Little Alley Knows Your | Deepline story | ACT 1 | deep House Music With Love Story

The afternoon is painted gold, The walls are warm, the streets are old. A wooden door, a window blue, And then the alley leads to you. The dust is dancing in the light, The sun is slowly losing height. I walk beneath the faded sky, You turn around as I walk by. Your eyes are laughing, mine look down, A little world inside this town. You say hello, I answer low, And suddenly, I move so slow. You ask me where this alley ends, I say, “Perhaps where every road begins.” You smile as if you already know, Some hearts find home before they know. Oh, this little alley knows your name, Every brick remembers how you came. Between these walls, beneath this sky, I find a reason not to hurry by. Oh, let the evening take its time, Your quiet laugh becomes a rhyme. And if the world should change one day, This alley keeps the words we never say. We talk about the books we read, The distant places we might see. You draw a map upon the dust, And say that every dream needs trust. An old man closes up his door, A cat slips past across the floor. You walk beside me, close but shy, While swallows cross the evening sky. You ask me if I’ll come again, I trace a doorway with my hand. I try to hide the smile I wear, But all my tomorrows meet you there. Oh, this little alley knows your name, Every brick remembers how you came. Between these walls, beneath this sky, I find a reason not to hurry by. Oh, let the evening take its time, Your quiet laugh becomes a rhyme. And if the world should change one day, This alley keeps the words we never say. The walls are old, the doors are worn, Yet here, a thousand dreams are born. You look at me; I look at you, And every little thing feels new. In the heart of this old place, I find tomorrow in your face. Oh, this little alley knows your name, Even the silence feels the same. Let all the years come, let them go, There’s something here we’ll always know. Oh, when the evening fades away, I’ll keep this light from turning gray. And if I lose the road someday, This alley knows the way. This little alley knows your name… And I will find you here again.