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I can hear the soft breathing of the girl that I love |
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As she lies here beside me asleep with the night |
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And her hair, in a fine mist floats on my pillow |
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Reflecting the glow of the winter moonlight |
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She is soft, she is warm but my heart remains heavy |
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And I watch as her breasts gently rise, gently fall |
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For I know with the first light of dawn I'll be leaving |
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And tonight will be all I have left to recall |
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Oh, what have I done? Why have I done it? |
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I've committed a crime, broken the law |
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For twenty-five dollars and pieces of silver |
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I held up and robbed a hard liquor store |
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My life seems unreal, my crime an illusion |
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A scene badly written in which I must play |
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Yet I know as I gaze at my young love beside me |
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The morning is just a few hours away |
