Stray dogs and sweethearts both wander through the street,
Appearing lost to everyone that they should stop and meet.
Balloons and broken dreams do fly away from those who care,
Leaving them with tear-stained cheeks as they just stand and stare.

It's difficult to know, right now, which category I fit,
I've tasted love's sweet bitterness and had my fill of it.
But day's cold light has shown me that although this truth I know,
Sure as the night preceded it, my thirst for love will grow.