Your lonesome eyes

Your lonesome eyes keep shinning on my dreams

And I’ll never knows why you still looking to the ground

You’re the greatest person in this little big town

And will be always my darling, my crazy angel,

My fulltime love music, one of that Vermeer’s faces,

One of that Cohen’s songs, beautiful and sad,

Vulnerable and short, my gift to myself,

Forever underage, acting like a baby

And kissing me like that old hooker we have know

Long years ago, in Paris at night…