Tonight their reflections in the window look more real than what's in the room
The students study for a life that's in front of me and the old ones reap what they have sown
We live on keys and coffee and electricity
Tonight people are all about, but one soft voice spoke louder than the crowd
I approach with a smile and hello, I like the scarf around her neck and her purple dress, this is not a test
As it goes we see the similar shades in each other's colors, like the art hanging all around us, I'll be there if you will and she says the same
I can't contain my smile at the twinkle in her eyes
My drink is cold going down as I sit back and admire how it all works out in the window
Nov 18, 2015
Nov 18, 2015 at 7:26 PM UTC
Tonight their reflections in the window look more real than what's in the room
The students study for a life that's in front of me and the old ones reap what they have sown
We live on keys and coffee and electricity
Tonight people are all about, but one soft voice spoke louder than the crowd
I approach with a smile and hello, I like the scarf around her neck and her purple dress, this is not a test
As it goes we see the similar shades in each other's colors, like the art hanging all around us, I'll be there if you will and she says the same
I can't contain my smile at the twinkle in her eyes
My drink is cold going down as I sit back and admire how it all works out in the window
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