It's cold outside
and the paint's peeling off of my walls.
There's a man outside
in a long coat, grey hat, smoking a cigarette.

Now the light fades out
and I'm wondering what I'm doing in a room like this.
There's a knock on the door
and just for a second I thought I remembered you.

You know I hate to ask
but are friends electric?

So I open the door
it's the 'friend' that I'd left in the hallway.
I said, "Please sit down"
A candle lit a shadow on a wall near the bed.

You know I hate to ask
but are friends electric?
Only mine broke down
and now I've no one to love.


(c) An Pierlé