When you hold your fate in one hand
The other one writes secrets in the sand
Closed café, dusty marble
Blue giraffe's jumping over
Black ashtray on black table
Cloudy dreams fly in smoky air

You feel like unknown man in old suit
Stubs of cigarettes and sweet fruit
Lie on floor, forgotten
Fruit is dry but not rotten
Guests who left are not forgotten
Specially the young couple so damn cute

Silently Clown is waiting in the corner
Drop of wine slides down his white face
It’s drop of blood from nightmare no one ordered
Tear of bird from outer space

Closed café, no ceiling, sky is dark
Try to reach out and pick your lucky star
Darkness feels like tar
Ocean is calm, morning’s far
Flipped coins were left
With wrong side up on the bar

Silently Clown is waiting in the corner
Does not seem to go just through sad phase
Memories and hopes make him look even older
They disappear under his big shoe without trace

When you hold your fate in one hand
The other one writes secrets in the sand
Closed Café, dusty marble
Blue giraffe's jumping over
Black ashtray on black table
Cloudy dreams fly in smoky air

Petra©aramela