Drink my morning coffee

out of last nights whiskey glass

12 more empty hours that I can not pass

till I dream my way to you

"Hold on, Hang on."

Your words like hands through my hair

With you beside me, we slept scarred just the same

Oh the words you dreamed for me.

"Goodbye, Goodbye"

The words disease my tongue.

I gave a mumbled whisper,

when your name I should sing.

Still no words for you.

Last night the Streat light

came in through the window pain,

and an empty shadow laid right

where you'd been.

and still now words for you

One day when I'm dry

These words will fall like rain

and in the graveyard of days I've left dead,

I'll write them on the stones.