I am the one wiping the glasses
At the back of the café
I have too much to do
To be able to dream
And in this setting
So common and boring
I can still picture
Them arriving...
They arrived
Hand in hand
Looking as radiant
As two cherubs
Bringing sunshine with them
They asked
In a happy voice
For a room to love each another
In the heart of the city
And I do remember
That they looked sweetly
At the hotel room
With its yellowed paper
And when I closed
The door on them
There was so much sun
Shining from their eyes
That it hurt me
That it hurt me ...
I am the one wiping the glasses
At the back of the café
I have too much to do
To be able to dream
And in this setting
So common and boring decor
It was body to body
That they were found...
They were found
Holding hands
Eyes closed
Towards other mornings
Filled with sunshine
They were laid down
Together and quiet
In a dug bed
In the heart of the city
And I remember
In the early morning
Closing up
The hotel room
Of the one-day lovers
But they had planted
Deep in my heart
A taste of their sunshine
And so many colours
That it hurts me
That it hurts me ...
I am the one wiping the glasses
At the back of the café
I have too much to do
To be able to dream
And in this setting
So common and boring
There is still outside
The Room For Rent sign…