Green leaves sleeping on the trees
The sky is getting dark but still fighting to stay bright
Sun so angry I can feel it putting up a fight
Trying to hold on
The streets were dry, it hadn't rained for seven days
And there was something in the air that Wednesday, back in July
Empty tin cans crushed under my feet
Half drunken bottles discarded in the street
But I can relate, that bottle is me
The paths I've walked a thousand times
The shops round here with no lights on cos it's way past closing time
It's beautifully haunting when you're walking down the road
But your all alone

I was 22 years old, I slipped into a night club
To escape the cold
I see this girl she's smiling from the corner of the room
Her friends crowded around her and they're all laughing too
She looks over at me, my head bows
Humbled by the beauty she possesses
I look back up and she's still looking too but why
That's anyone's guess
Her long black hair turned green then red with the changing of the light
Walked over to me gave me her hand then i sighed
I receive it like a gift of all the riches in the world

Then her hand fell upon my chest

I never asked her name, nor did our lips ever meet
For if I knew your name I'd walk these ancient streets
Searching once again for your hand upon my chest
So maybe not knowing your name is for the best
Then I can still dream of how perfect you are
In that little black dress, matching. Long black hair
And those Crimson lips on pale skin, or your tiny dancing feet
Holding on to this half empty bottle
that just rolls down silent streets