sun flows through the windows
onto my face
aint it funny how the thought of your breath
takes my own away.

distant memories of the dream just had
one quick coffee
not gonna roll back,
i go to pick you up finally.
well come to this city
here's a bar and sandy beach.
it could be wishful thinking
cause you haven't even arrived yet
sweat salt my eyes and morning my breath
have to go to the station
but the hours not at hand
haven't seen you since summer
but snow take your time now
i was wondering if you knew how i fell for you