Late night fantasy

Leaning on the ballustrade

Of a hotel balcony

Far above the emtpy street

A lonely smoke to keep me company

The night grows old

But sleep wont show

While the mind still lingers on flimsy fallacies

Bellow I see them sitting on the pier

Feet flirting with the surface

Drinking from a bottle in a paper bag

They're not doing anything I can see

Except sharing a late night fantasy

That will hold their lives together

And they don't know it yet

But this will be the memory

That keeps them up at night

In anguish stained melancholy

This will be the memory

That'll never let them go