Don’t let me think of green hills and leaves
Or listen to some wrapped up clean sonata
And tell me we can sit in cafes with coffees
And laugh and tell our little histories or jokes
Or sweet lasting silly anecdotes.
I don’t like the thought of dancing in the dark
Of listening to the beat of wild music somewhere
Far off dreaming of someone else who isn’t here.
I don’t think I can sit and sip and speak and