In a window over Mortem Street,
I see the sun with a mouth pursed
In envy of the way that you go around
And glow all the time,

The smallish girl with
Ebony eyes and reddish lips
Which turn the head of every fool,
Myself a fool among them.

In a window over Mortem Street
You can see me here, too,
Looking out on the soft avenue
Made softer by you.

In that window over Mortem Street,
I watched the others smell the roses
And never smelled one.

You deserve every rose,
And maybe I could drop them by one day,
When maybe your glow is low enough
And I can catch your eye in the window.

And maybe Mortem Street
Won’t be so lonely anymore.