Moscow

Lipstick stains the café Glass. You whispered slow, Then let it pass. The scene stood still, The bells were mute. The silence played a haunting Flute. Oh, It makes me feel so strange. Oh, Without you I'm not brave. Oh, It makes me so strange. Oh, Without you I'm not brave. The streetlamp blinked As you turned back. Your heels like echoes on the Track. A cigarette Still burned in vain. Like every note, A lonely refrain. Oh, It makes me feel so strange. Oh, Without you I'm not brave. Oh, it makes me so strange. Oh, without you I'm not Brave.