4 March 2013
"Day dum. Da da. Dum day dum" You sing to me. With the piano riff echoing behind. Through the rainy window, see.
Still too young to fail And to scared to say "I love you". When should I call you again? When I grow old and whisper the blues.
Barefoot around the wooden floor. Floating in my white dress Spinning to your piano riff. Simple and not there to impress.
Sing to me forever more, "Day dum. Da da. Dum day dum" Sit on my widow seat While we drink coffee and sip rum.
Coffee And Rum • Opuss № I