THIS QUIET lIFE
The yellow smoke that rubs the window pains
lingers on the pools that stand in drains
i´ve known the nights, the mornings, afternoons
of this life, this quiet life

there, there will be time, to go back, down those stairs
is, is it perfume from a dress? I digress...

& in the room, the women come & go
they talk about michaelangelo
they measure out life in coffee spoons
this life, this quiet life...

i, i`ve known the eyes, known the arms, known them all
& i woke like a child, put on my age & kissed you goodbye...