Breakfast put coffee and your stains on my shirt
Your sweet crumbling beauty mixes with the dirt
If I ever wanted something just for me
A crust of bread and some of you crumbling beauty

Futile things destroy your mood and leave you in despair
Never ending emptiness ans eyes that only stare
The sound your blood makes at the end of a day
How good the black when everything is grey

You told me to brighten up, now you don't say a word
That's the way you explain things or so I heard

So now I am a coffee stain in the salt upon her skin
That tremendous silence she makes is gonna do me in
If I ever wanted someting just for me 
The kind of noise it takes to deal with this crumbling beauty

(c) PJDS
Tekst: Pieter-Jan De Smet
Muziek: Mirko Banovic, Geoffrey Burton, Pieter-Jan De Smet en Frederik Van Den Berghe