That was the last time I ever saw
Through a shop window, sleeves to her elbows
I walked past and kept on walking
And lit a smoke with my hands shaking
She was something else
A few summers ago
We spent weeks in her room
Just having sex and listening to jazz
And that was the life
But I didn't know that at a time
Blinds drawn at twelve noon
With daylight pouring through
Projecting lines on her body
Move on, move on, move on
Smoke your smoke and move on
I should go back
See if she's still there
Standing like a statue