Greasy dreams asleep

Say what you will

    The sidewalks don't talk

   trees lose their leaves

    The sky is grey

   In February 

   You sleep with the window open

   and a lamp is on 

all night 

  no reason

 (So you can see who is attacking you!)

you drink ice cold coffee from a can

    And eat noodles with anchovy paste 

Je voudrais aller!

   at 3 am

    Time slips thru your fingers 

     like powdered sugar

    On a lemon custard donut