...words..
he looks at me through the smoke of his cigarette
moving his head up and down,considerate
gazing at me so damn liberate

i look at him, waiting to hear him say..
but he shows me the way
i see blue from his eyes pour
by the sound of slamming the door
and after that
there's only gray sky
clouds dancing so high
and i feel like a bird,so shy

(me)