Letras
Hot toasted bread and smoking coffee
Still lit cigarettes into the ashtrays
Two chairs in the balcony of our dream
And a bed where I'd wanted
To look at you more intensely
You caught me red handed
Thinking about your eyes
Getting heavier by the night
And the night flies
You were supposed to be
My favourite worst dream
But you were awake
In that November lane
Hot toasted bread and smoking coffee
Still lit cigarettes into the ashtrays
Two chairs in the balcony of our dream
And a bed where I'd wanted
To look at you more intensely
Time tells me
There is no much left to do
But I'd like to see you
Oh coming through that door
In my house
Maybe our house
How it would be to be
Together again
Sunset colors the sky
When you are mine
And i could be your friend
But I don't wanna be
I don't wanna be one of them
Sun could shine, but it's night
And I'm all alone
I'm all alone in my bed
Hot toasted bread and smoking coffee
Still lit cigarettes into the ashtrays
Two chairs in the balcony of our dream
And a bed where I'd wanted
To look at you more intensely
Hot toasted bread and smoking coffee
Still lit cigarettes into the ashtrays
Yeah