White Night - Coffee, Wine

White night in hours, clean sheets that feel like sleeping

While suitcases walk upstairs with sadness and gloominess

Leaves falling nowhere, I hear them talk

They sing farewell, they know my neighborhood is coming back

I hear them saying it’s your station, now

The first one to cry is the last to die

Seems I’m so tired

So I wear my raincoat, I’ll colour those dark windows

That green build will light up the chords of my favourite song

I hear them saying it’s your station, now

The first one to cry is the last to die

Seems I’m so tired