It's getting cold
Leaves are falling
The summers over
Time to stay inside
And stay warm
With the one you love
But
In my imaginary life
You're not there
Your seat on the couch
Is empty
Your coffee cup
Empty
No music
No singing
No hazy daze
No drunken nights
No endless laughing
Nothing
You're gone
Miss Daisy Daydream
It was an honor
To have you as a wife
In my imaginary life