I was dancing
On the top
Of my coffee cup
Hot, dark, and bitter thing.
You were drowning
In the middle
Of the bottle
Of dry gin.
Was it a divine intervention?
To fulfill a prophecy
To make it a reality
To grasp it's intention.
When our parallel
Universe bend to meet
Our stars aligned underneath
A story to tell.
Constellation
Writing our parts
Guiding our hearts
Drawing Orion.
In a hard, dark, and bitter
World we are in
We still can sing
Our hearts safe and better.
No more dark coffee
No more dancing
No more dry gin
Just you and me.
