She won't remember him
when the lonely night is over,
the neon signs grow dark and cold,
and the city awakens.
He will be nothing more
than a face in the meaningless crowd
that she has lost curiosity for.
But when he sees her cross the street,
her flaming hair dancing in the wind,
he will close his eyes and relive that night;
that moment of pure perfection
when he captured her vulnerable heart.
Even though her eyes were glazed
and her words meant nothing,
all he could see in her eyes was a world;
an impossible place where she would remember.
But they don't live there anymore.
The sun comes up on the drowsy city
and she forgets with her morning coffee.
One cream, one sugar,
one foggy memory