Defecting Grey

Sitting alone on a bench with you

Mirrored above in the sky

Wondering if you will say goodnight

Leave me a grave and goodbye

Night sky hangs in blackness

Night threads, patterns weaving

Somebody going tells you where I need me

Casting gardens of shadow

The lights flash, someone is driving

Heat exchange, car on a highway going my way

Sitting alone on a bench with you

Talking 'bout your life and mine

I find and bet you just don't like snakes

They are just no friend of mine

You've seen it all but you're foregoing

You passed it by but you're not knowing

You've heard it all before, you're going home

You've seen them dying, now they're all alone

Sitting alone on a bench with you

Dipping my eyes in the stream

Breath of your lips chases shadows away

Clearing the mist from a tree

Sitting alone on a bench with you

Just as you get up to leave

Holding my breath as I touch your hand

Then with the brush of your sleeve

Later in the morning

Just as dawn starts snoring

Sitting alone on an empty bench

Mirrored above in the sky