Threading through the evening
It's later than I thought
A friend of mine is waiting
For cigarettes I brought
She smiles, she seems so tired
So nothing is required
I reach into my pocket
Some things she left behind
Nothing really happens
In ways I can't define
Loose talk of hearts and heads
Of sleep in other beds
It's better left unsaid
She says that she is cold
I wish that I could hold
But no, how can you hold a soul?
You cannot hold a soul
That shines like gold
She shines like gold
I will, I won't, I would
I've said more than I should
She leaves, she goes uptown
She may not come back down
She may not come back down
She may not turn around
She may not make a sound
She may not come back down