I was there,

In front of the pub as a witness

My cigarette was consumed in the darkness.

In the Phillis,

There was this lonely man, his back to me

Drinking his last fantasy.

By his side, a young couple was sat

To taste the night, with their first cognac.

In the middle of this scene, stood the barman

Serving whiskies to nighthawks.

I was still there,

Filled with sadness

Where my only company was my own drunkenness.