Defecting Grey

Sitting alone on a bench with you

Mirrored above in the sky

Wondering if you will say goodnight

Leave me a grave of goodbye?

Night sky hangs in blackness

Night threads, patterns weaving

Somebody going tells you they are leaving

Casting gardens of shadow

Lights flash, someone is driving

Gears change, car on a highway going my way

Sitting alone on a bench with you

Talking 'bout your life and mine

I find and bet you just don't like snakes

They are just no friend of mine

You've seen it all, but you're foregoing

You passed it by, but you're not knowing

You've had it all before, you're going home

You've seen them dying, now they're all alone

Sitting alone on a bench with you

Dipping my eyes in the stream

Breath from your lips chases shadows away

Clearing the mist from a tree

Sitting alone on a bench with you

Just as you get up to leave

Holding my breath as I touch your hand

Left with the brush of your sleeve

See you in the morning

Just as dawn starts dawning

Sitting alone on an empty bench

Mirrored above in the sky