i spend my mornings in a cafe
scratching all these thoughts on paper
the walls are covered with paintings of the past
and coffee breathes into my senses

i'm so relaxed in my cafe by the water
free to just meander through the verses
here i'm not blockaded by blank corridors of life
being here reassures my whole life's intention

love can't always sting you with an answer
sometimes we avoid the midnight
love can't hand your soul a necromancer
but breathing in this gentle town and breathing out my sight and sound is romance
it's romance for me

she's spent her lifetime in this cafe
bringing all her richness to the surface
i finally found her with her head up in the clouds
feeling her feeling me gave life a new dimension

love can't always sting you with an answer
sometimes we avoid the midnight
love can't hand your soul a necromancer
but it's the closest thing i've ever seen to the simple universal dream called romance
i guess we find it sometimes

alone again inside my cafe
the water crashes on the dry sand
my coffee's colder and more paintings coat the walls
but i still have these words t hold myself together

love can't always sting you with an answer
sometimes we avoid the midnight
love can't hand your soul a necromancer
by breathing in this gentle town i may have found a moment of romance