Well she’s alone with her lover 
They ate fruits they drank wine and they laid 
On a big wide couch of her mother
Covered up by with wool of a cats 

She’s making love
And keeping her head in the sky

Well her future is so far 
But for now the presence so soft 
The time’s burning heels and pushing toward 
To close shades, cupboards and a door

She doesn’t like being sober
Day light makes her feel bad
Moon light, whiskey with soda
Worming up and throw in a bed