It was night
I was afraid of mosquitoes coming in
So I wrote
in the moonlight
in ink
in the glow of the cigarette
I smoked out of the window.

It was night
two trees had their solitude disturbed
So were fighting
in the distance
in the wind
in the night to regain it
to be alone again.

It was night
I was afraid you wouldn’t come
Now the light had gone out
in my room
in the country
in my heart I still burned for you
and so did the cigarette.