Gray nights and cold evenings alone,
A half-consumed cigarette, a glass of dark rum,
The radio plays your song, so I hum along,
As I wait for the next you, the next The One.
Gray nights and cold evenings alone,
A half-consumed cigarette, a glass of dark rum,
The radio plays your song, so I hum along,
As I wait for the next you, the next The One.
Discarded Recollections 