Tomorrow's Yesterday

Every time I see a girl on a bike, I think of Holland
I'm back here again, much sooner than I had expected, and I'm walking around Delft

There is cheese and beer everywhere, while I prefer the latter
It's my first of many to come, and that makes me feel good

The last time I was here, she was here as well, and we had dinner at this Mexican cantina next to a canal
The cantina's now closed and she's gone, and I guess that somehow makes sense
I remember the way she resisted having a cigarette afterwards, she didn't want me ruining that pleasure for her

It was November and we huddled into this record store to keep warm until our train comes
Between rows of Sinatra and the Rolling Stones, I noticed for the first time that day that she wasn't wearing any make-up

I kissed her and she smiled in shame as one of the workers approached and offered his help
Our feet were trampling from how close we walked to each other, and I guess I wouldn't mind if she helped me up from a fall

The next thing I remember were the misty windows and burning lips of two people in a Rotterdam apartment

The colour of her shoulders and the wine scent on her breath, the tightness of her hips and love laid bare in her voice

Through the first smoke of my last cigarette, I see that everything changes, for better or worse, there's no way we can know

But for as long as I live, that day will not die
It is damn terrifying to have something that lasts.