I'm alone with my wine , and the sun coming out soon , I hear the sound of a sax , and something tells me about you.
someone sweeps the ashes , and tells me "it's too late", "you wander down the street"
I smiled I say no, tell him to serve me another drink more, that old man is playing the sax, and his music makes me cry.
It is the end of one more night, but do not want to sleep, because today I kissed a different lips, and now I remember you.
an open question , who would be the mistake ?
and today I have seen delivered into the arms of one guy, and your eyes spoke to me of love