At the end of
the day,
when the city,
dressed in black,
is quiet,

I'll sit underneath
my blanket
and I'll close my eyes
to you

and while my eyes
are silent
and yours speak a
thousand words
the smell of your
cologne will
linger
and I'll be lost for
words

When it's summer
and the night is
slowly fading
I'll wait for you to
ease my soul

and I'll put
on another hot,
black *** of
coffee
and I'll let you keep
my sorry heart
you stole