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 where I need me Casting gardens of shadow The 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 a tree Sitting alone on a bench with you Just as you get up to leave Holding my breath as I touch your hand Then with the brush of your sleeve Later in the morning Just as dawn starts snoring Sitting alone on an empty bench Mirrored above in the sky