The Cafe

I’ll have another glass of wine
While I’m listening to Mrs. Clyne
Call me crazy or lazy, I don’t mind
As long as you worry
I wish you’d show up today
I don’t want to grow in this cafe
I’m waiting for you like a Christmas day
So please, please hurry
I’m hiding the sun with my hands
I’m hiding the sun, in the shadow it might you
I won’t fight the days, I’ll let them
One by one go away
Trying my best to laugh
As you walk down the aisle
While I’m getting away from here
I wonder, if she remember’s me at all
Doesnt it seem right, to still dream
Of the sound, of your knuckles on my door
I’m hiding the sun with my hands
I’m hiding the sun, in the shadow it might you
I’m hiding the sun with my hands
I’m hiding the sun, in the shadow it might you
In the shadow it might you
In the shadow it might you