It was a windy day outside the cafe

He was drinking coffee, she was sipping Chardonnay

And the were both from different (murks ?) of life,

Hers' a better life, his' a harder life

He walked his rhythm in worn leather shoes, the sole split

Down in an old leather jacket

She walked her rhythm in designer shoes expensive,

Her style got it (bother ?) quite overdressed

And then it happened, looking at each other imagine us as lovers

Don't ask said words, we only sat and sight

It felt right so stepped to her and said to her :



"Leave with me and compete with me

Leave with me and complete with me"



As they walked there was a silence between them

And silence is that counts for words

She looked into his eyes, romanticised his whole life

He had that look that he was foreign

Get up and smoke and spoke his words like a ballon

He was unshaven, (haired are craven ?)

For danger of a stranger, looked like he had it in his nature

And she said : "what are you thinking

What are you thinking about ?

What are you thinking, what are you thinking about ?

And he said:" the difference between thinking and talking

Is that talking is the expression of thought

And thought is the unexpressed idea

So if I know it is enough and ( if I said it I'd've thought em .?

She said:" you cant think enough"

He said:" you can think too much, you can think up a dream

But there's no dream that you can touch"

"But I can touch you, so you must be true"

And said (it out ?)

That I can touch you, so you must be true and said (...?)