Cold Diner Reverie

Under the yellow streetlamp glare

You sit and watch the empty square

Wearing the outfit anyway

While the diner fades to grey

You only call when the night is cold

A ritual that's growing old

But you're still waiting on that wooden bench With a quiet thirst

you cannot quench (oh-oh-oh)

And the holy lights go down

In this forgotten town

We are shadows on the stone

Always together,

always alone (always alone!)

The diner signs are dark and dead

With every word left unsaid

You face the glass,

a quiet view Of the phantom sitting next to you

Facing the dark... (facing the dark...)