Went for a walk today.
Left me feeling empty.
A bitter chill in the air.
A heart with a great big tear.
This coffee is burning my hands.
I look at the tops of the buildings.
And wait for the angel to come down.
And tell me everything is going to be fine.
My dear.
You are the only one.
You are the lonely one.
My dear.
A puff of smoke fills my lungs.
Look up and search for the sun.
Feel like a terminal case.
But today takes a day from my face.
My dear.
You are the only one.
You are the lonely one.
My dear
