Soft say the lights as they speak to the night,
          Empty glasses on tables resound
          Clinking, glittering, making musical sights
          While laughter completed the rounds.

          The orchestra's died and with it the room,
          Silence, black silence abides -
          Where dancing has finally changed into gloom.
          And now into darkness confides.

          I think about you, but all I can see
          Is plainly my partner, your chair.
          Across our table it sits from me
          As cold as the winter's night air.

          I reflect that I tried, in a drunkeness state,
          To relate all of my heartfelt ties,
          But failed once again, in a futile debate
          As always, is always, my lies.

          To impress, to redress, my singular self,
          And flaunt great abilities,
          When try as I might, all you said was goodnight,
          Instead of, I love you - (reprieve)

          Well, it's time to go home by myself once again,
          To gather my hopes and my dreams.
          The feelings I felt in this evening of games,
          Will hold me 'til sleep's warm refrain.