Memento

Threading through the evening

It's later than I thought

A friend of mine is waiting

For cigarettes I broughtShe smiles, she seems so tired

So nothing is requiredI reach into my pocket

Some things she left behind

Nothing really happens

In ways I can't defineLoose talk of hearts and heads

Of sleep in other beds

It's better left unsaidShe says that she is cold

I wish that I could holdBut no, how can you hold a soul?

You cannot hold a soul

That shines like gold

She shines like goldI will, I won't, I would

I've said more than I shouldShe leaves, she goes uptown

She may not come back down

She may not come back down

She may not turn around

She may not make a sound

She may not come back down