Life just seems to pass me by
As if waiting for a train
I wander through the lonely streets,
they're all the same it seems
They always seem to lead me
to the same old place near a bay
A small cafe called Broken
There was a time when I knew love,
a time before I drowned my
self in coffee and cigarettes.
are quite funny now it seems.
This old cafe, this chic valet,
to my cold and lonely heart,
You simply walked right in
Under the spell of a mole,
It seemed our love af fair was
Memories fade like dying orchids,
weeds just take their place
And the lines of grief and grey of sadness
You wander through this lonely life,
a moon who's lost its beams
and found his way to a small cafe called Broken Dreams
to my cold an d lonely heart
Un der the spell of a mole,
It seemed our love affair was
Memories fade, memories fade
Weeds just take their place
The lines of grief and grey of sadness
A moon who's lost his beams
And found his way to a small cafe
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