Venexia

The black clouds were crying
And the wind was complaining
I had seen a hundred angels
But I was far from heaven

I was crossing the last bridge
I was trying not to think
When we looked at each other
And you did not recognize me

I kept walking towards the station
But I couldn’t escape the thought
That I didn’t mean so much to you
After all

And of course I’ll have more lovers
But I really liked you, babe
I guess I never realized
I’d be so easy to forget