I am thinking of your voice and of burning like bling bling once upon a time before the rain began

tututuru tutururu...

As morning people start getting busy,
look at them is just so crazy.
They all trap soar by their race
to even recognize their mother's face.
Business is all they really care of
deadlines setting all their lives,
while my mind is being cornered
by a smaller world in a coffee.

I am sitting in the morning at the diner on the corner
I am waiting at the counter for the man to pour the coffee
and he fills it only halfway and before I even argue...

He is looking out the window
at somebody coming in

tututuru tutururu...

"It is always nice to see you"
says the man behind the counter
to the woman who has come in
she is shaking her umbrella
and I look the other way as they are kissing their hellos and
I'm pretending not to see them
Instead I pour the milk

tututuru tutururu...

and then suddenly the world just freeze
like someone called curtains up
and they're playing different comedies
on the same stage in the very same time. Nothing seemes to be important
while I watch lives passing by.
Everything seemes now so distant from this time your world in this coffee time.

I open up the paper there's a story of an actor who had died while he was drinking
it was no one I had heard of
and I'm turning to the horoscope
and looking for the funnies

When I'm feeling someone watching me
and so I raise my head

There's a woman on the outside looking inside does she see me?
No she does not really see me
'cause she sees her own reflection
and I'm trying not to notice
that she's hitching up her skirt and
while she's straightening her stockings
her hair is getting wet

tututuru tutururu...