Sitting by the window,
From the corner of an eye,
I look at her,
And give out a sigh.
Big glass ear rings,
Sleepy eyes,
I look at her,
and feel everything die.
The music from the player,
The noise from the train,
The greens outside,
The feeling of rain.
I look at her,
Then look outside,
Again at her,
She catches my eye.
My look is pensive,
I try to smile,
My lips don't move,
Feel sterile.
Some time after,
The rendezvous again,
I am staring at her now,
She knows the game.
She gets up and walks,
Away, to the door,
Out on Ravinia,
In the heavy pour.
I catch a last glimpse,
Wide open are my eyes,
I look at her,
And give out a sigh...