a cigarette on the hat,
a lipstick mark on the neck.
he cheated, he lied, he is walking on the saddest side of the street,
he has no glory, he is dead
in side, but he seems fine, he doesn't care
about who was the girl of the last night
and he is just enjoying walk while is still dark.
all nights awake, and at day he stays at the nearest pub,
walking everywhere, he doesn't know where to go,
he is following the path of the smoke.
the fog flows, he is sitting on the floor and
the women are looking at him, a man without past
and all they see is mystery, the unknown, in side of that poor man,
but all he promises is one night, a small chance to a bubble
of happiness. shallow is the next day, he wake up first and he knows the way out,
he follows the shadow of the clouds,
the clouds are his company and he doesn't need nothing else.
he was kind for every girl, but he vanished before they realized,
he doesn't love, he needs one night only,
and at the morning
there are just wrinkles in bed.
"So girls stay away from him,
because he doesn't know what is love..."
he is just a man
trying to walk in the shadow of the earth,
he has no face and he is everywhere,
a walker that can't sleep yet, because he knows a truth
that he doesn't want to share.
