The Heart from Curtains by Paris Street

Smoke is exhaled and dispersed into the air
Expectations rise and fall throughout the night
I might be drunk but I'm nowhere near as drunk as I would like

Chatter fills the room with a steady constant tone
The jukebox never tires of Dylan, Cash, or Waits
Pretty girls at the end of bars will never take your place

Hey you
With the freckles on your shoulder
And your calm distinctive style
And the subtleties you express with your smile

There are many nights like these where I need to be alone
With a notebook, pen, and a nice strong rum and Coke
Many words tend to disappear as quickly as the smoke

Hey you
But there are some that don't escape me
Regardless of the drinks I've had
And I know without a doubt you understand

It feels right
It feels true
It's incomparable to anything that I felt
Before you

There is 'I'
And there is 'you'
And there can only be one thing that can come
Between the two

Hey you
With a grace that seems so fragile
And a charm that can't be faked
Let my fingers trace the outline of your face

Hey you
You're my source for inspiration
And I'm so glad that you're here
Kiss me on the lips - you know how, don't you dear?

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