Deus

The two black spots in your left eye
Are from staring in the sun
They follow everywhere you look
Like a cross hair on a gun
You're lighting one more cigarette
The last one of the pack
Reflecting on your life a bit
Oh, you should be doing this
With somebody you love
Scanning purple sunrise
Before you crawl to bed
And hearing Leonard Cohen sigh
Is as deep as it will get
Future is like burning time
The past abiding steam
And the woman that is here tonight
Is a stranger with a dream
Oh you should be doing this
With somebody you love