The fantasies about a woman

i met a woman through the smoke screen when i walk outside the bar

she blow out these things right now

and shes drinking all alone with nobody by her side

dimond on her ringfinger some how

she maybe kissed a boy on this street when she was eighteen

but he leave on her twenty‘s birthday

she buy a cigarette and start paint in her place

it was‘nt sold out till she’s fourty

some ones cry

some ones fly

but we will die

we must stay alive

now she is fifty and she had a son

and these painting in his house

she spent her whole life in this town

there are still many boys and girls kissing on this street

but now that bridge has gone

some ones cry

some ones fly

but we will die

we must stay alive...

i‘ve been there couple of time never see her again

but i never see her again

but i never see her again