Nothing Else Counts

The streets are embraced by this threatening night, She's sunk in his warm, not yet sober embrace. They promised each other that things would go right, Yet all their hopes stand for counting days. The morning will frown - one desperate kiss, The sign of unfortunate parting for two, Will cease their dwelling in ignorant bliss, Or blissful forgetting, whatever is true. The well-known words in a new undertone Of whispering voices are fading away. The morning will frown, and she will be gone; He'll vanish in sleep till around midday. They'll meet when the streets are embraced by the dark. With no place to go, to never be found, With lives half-forgotten, with nothing to mark. But they have each other, and nothing else counts.