Vintage days,
Golden phrase,
Old street,
Dawn's flick,
And we two,
On faded blue,
With two coffee cups,
Stirring hearts,
Remember?

Cracking knuckles,
And soft chuckle,
The old man with newspaper,
Cursing the mayor,
Young man with joggers,
Beatles singing on ears,
And the sleepy lad and lady,
They never knew the morning smell of daisy.

Void graffiti,
One time poetry,
Rusty bench,
But sweet spent,
Chirping of birds,
Now branches seems absurd,
The lazy town,
We stepping around,
World will...