You make me smile with the rain,
As it glistens like your eyes,
You are a New York paradise,
With your hips, moving with the sounds of music and voice,
Delicate chocolate and bitter sweet,
Americano coffee with caramel, you keep me awake,
How wonderful, like a revolution,
Love, will make the warrior weep,
Bitter sweet dusk and dawn,
Dead lilacs by the road,
Variety is the spice of life,
And so many are dying,
You make my knees bleed,
And my hips die of greed,
There is no comfort,
When you walked away.