Late night fantasy

Leaning on the ballustrade

Of a hotel balcony

Far above the emtpy street

A lonely smoke to keep me company

The night grows old

But sleep wont show

While the mind still lingers on flimsy fallacies

Bellow I see them sitting on the pier

Feet flirting with the surface

Drinking from a bottle in a paper bag

They're not doing anything I can see

Except sharing a late night fantasy

That will hold their lives together