Before Sunrise

A thousand promises made in a strange land.
A promise of good times

Of a memorable journey. 

Of good conversations 

And of coffee and beer and games.

A thousand promises made in a strange land. 

A thousand promises made

by a stranger to a stranger.
But my dear stranger
in those promises somewhere

we forgot to promise
to hold our breaths and

we forgot to lock away our hearts. 

A thousand promises we made

and we forgot the most important one.

And as the sky turns golden
ready to forget its yesterday

I stand in a street of a strange land

beholding every word that you say, 

surviving on the air that you breathe.
Tell me dear stranger

why did we make a thousand promises and forget to promise

to not fall, to not love? 

Tell me dear stranger

why did we lock lips and lose our hearts? 

Why did we become lovers from strangers

in this strange little land of love, 

if after sunrise, 

we were to board our trains

and turn strangers again?