Meeting

A splinter from the sun got caught right in my eye It's like a running kick with a boot straight to the temple Like a needle under the nail or a bayonet in the nipple It's half past twelve or half past two, well, around five o'clock On this final morning of the century, I feel the urge to go somewhere Pulling me somewhere, pulling me somewhere, pulling me to go somewhere My God! What a meeting, it's undoubtedly you! The gaze goes glassy and the heart starts to ache I could pretend I didn't notice and just walk away Sure I could, damn it, but something won't let me Something will stop me, something will force me to be silent My hand with a bottle of beer will freeze near my mouth I'm afraid to admit it to myself, It's your, slightly faded, but still undeniable beauty It's like a running kick with a boot straight to the temple Like a needle under the nail or a bayonet in the nipple It's half past twelve or half past two, well, around five o'clock On this final morning of the century, I feel the urge to go somewhere Pulling me somewhere, pulling me somewhere, pulling me to go somewhere My God! What a meeting, it's undoubtedly you!....