She

this little man didn't let anybody in
 and he fought for his life and he fought for his sin
 and he rose and he rode from the west to the south
 and he rose and he rode through the elements and denizens
 this little man didn't let anybody in
 and he fought for his life and he fought for his kin
 it was him it was him who wrote your name in the sky
 it was him it was him with the sadness in the eye
 "she's idly leafing through his diaries in
 hopes of finding something of significance"
 "pulchritudinous and engulfed in solitude"
 this little man didn't let anybody close
 and he fought for his land and for those
 in a pinch in a way he's a mystery too
 and if asked he would laugh and say nothing to you
 every time you want to know a
 little more than necessary he will run and
 every time you want to know a little more than necessary he'd be gone
 oh, the streets are closing all the streets are closed
 oh the streets are closing all the streets are closing
 every time you want to know a
 little more than necessary he will run and
 every time you want to know a little more than necessary he'd be gone
 oh the streets are closing all the streets are closing