Memento کے بول

I'm threading through the evening it's later than I thought a friend of mine is waiting for cigarettes I brought she smiles she seems so tired so nothing is required I reach into my pocket some things she left behind nothing really happens in ways I can't define loose talk of hearts and heads of sleep in other beds it's better left unsaid she says that she is cold I wish that I could hold but no, how can you hold a soul? you just can't hold a soul that shines like gold she shines like gold I will, I won't, I would I've said more than I should she leaves she goes uptown she may not come back down she may not come back down she may not turn around she may not make a sound she may not come back down