Defecting Grey

Sitting alone on a bench with you
 Mirrored above in the sky
 Wondering if you will say goodnight
 Leave me a grave and goodbye
 Night sky hangs in blackness
 Night threads, patterns weaving
 Somebody going tells you they are leaving
 Casting the gardens of shadow
 Lights flash, someone is driving
 Heat exchange, car on a highway going my way
 Sitting alone on a bench with you
 Talking 'bout your life and mine
 I find and bet you just don't like snakes
 They are just no friend of mine
 You've seen it all but you're foregoing
 You passed it by but you're not knowing
 You've heard it all before, you're going home
 You've seen them dying, now they're all alone
 Sitting alone on a bench with you
 Dipping my eyes in the stream
 Breath of your lips chases shadows away
 Clearing the mist from my dream
 Sitting alone on a bench with you
 Just as you get up to leave
 Holding my breath as I touch your hand
 Bled with the brush of your sleeve
 Sitting away in the morning
 Just, just as dawn starts snoring
 Sitting alone on an empty bench
 Mirrored above in the sky, sky, sky, sky
 Sky, sky, sky, sky
 Sky, sky, sky, sky
 Sky, sky, sky, sky