Powder

Nights were cold

We shared a few

Grains of powder happiness and forgotten dreams

In these moments I could lose myself, completely in your eyes

But this is not forever,

this is just one night.

So sing me a song of white powder and plastic cards

Of straight lines and crooked notes

Of drinks poured and kisses on the lips.

Because when the daylight comes,

Fate favors the high

Nothing else matters

Nothing ever could

That is the pretty lie

Concealing the cold and ugly truth.