The sweet memory of you and me
Listening to that Leonard Cohen album
After a nightof lovemaking
The dawn peeped out of the curtians
A start of a brand new day
We thought to call in and say,
We weren't coming in
But we needed the money
The album continued to play
As we laid there in the light analysing
The words once more
We started to get dress
For we were going to be late
We drank coffee
And bit into the burnt toast
As we kissed each other goodbye
We knew the love had died