Razbliuto in the morning, when I wake up to your text
You think I'm going to miss you, but I'm wondering who's next
Who next to walk for hours with, who next to lie under the stars
Who next to swing in parks at night, who next to close down all the bars
Once I held a torch, a fire, a flame, a brazier
But now it has all gone away
With Love I have grown lazier