Well, it´s late at night.
There´s nobody around.
Just the sounds of the cars
Upon the asphalt ground.
It´s the waiting time,
When the hours grow still.
I gaze on through the glass
Inside my windowsill.
Though I know that you must be
Somewhere in this world,
In this place where, at birth,
You and I were both hurled,
To think that we once were relating
Is a thing that has almost grown foreign to me.

It´s a bad sight,
Such a terrible waste,
To spend your time talking
In such bad taste.
It´s the same old line,
Though it´s not you I blame.
It´s your teachers and television
That you put to shame.
The night´s lasting longer
Because I´ve filled my head
With the things I could have done
And the words I could have said.
But, in truth, I was only spectating
And that´s a permanent part of reality.

So many rude lines,
So many petty crimes
And you don´t feel a need
To apologize.
Tonight is the time
That you stick in my mind,
But from now on I won´t become
Vandalized.

Now the room´s started filling
With the dawn´s early light
And the end has arrived
Of this long night.
I turn off the television
And I hit the bed
While your shade is still haunting
My ever-vulnerable head.
And there´s no use
In trying to compromise
When the kindest things we say
But it´s time I should quit my complaining
And behave with a little more dignity.

So many rude lines,
So many petty crimes
And you don´t feel a need
To apologize.
Tonight is the time
That you stick in my mind,
But from now on I won´t become
Vandalized.