You will forget all my secrets
The smell of my hair and the taste of a shared cigarette
I will soak up foggy mornings
One way ticket to land of regrets
Will remain on my nightstand
Unopened reminder of autumn
Splattered orange and brown
Umbrella's bulletproof dome
Is teasing rain
Trains are leaving this muggy gray town
Sending letters to God
Never mind, someone told me
It is mauvais ton...

You will never remember my fingers
Running down through your hair
And a freshly-cut rose on your skin
Will leave mark of my kiss
Will leave treasure of drunken forgiveness
Home found anew
Never known to be lost...