Old friEND

And like my late friend used to always say:
"Hey girl, come on by the studio...
We'll record you a brand new track today."
...But he's not with us anymore, you know.

They leave us all, not even reaching forty.
But we'll remember someone 'til the end.
Someone by the tag on a winter jacket,
Others by their taste, a smile, a perfume blend.

By a certain walk, or the sound of a voice,
By the way their bangs fell, or their hair.
Others, by the feelings that leave no choice,
That flash inside of us, from out of thin air.

And freedom comes to us, day after day,
Like a cool breeze, or like a passing shower.
It's the freedom from having to run away,
To drag along people, to save them every hour.
No one is asking... and it feels so good.
I can stay up all night, just like I should.
At night it's better to write my poetry.
At night I can't sleep, 'cause my dreams are haunting me.

They leave us all, not even reaching forty.
But we'll remember someone 'til the end.
Someone by the tag on a winter jacket,
Others by their taste, a smile, a perfume blend.

But you, I will remember by it all:
By the mousse in your short and silver-grey hair,
By the rhythm of your stiletto heel's fall,
By the dimple that sits above your lips, right there...

By the silent judgment in your knowing eyes.
By that secret glance we'd share at all the lies.