It's cozy, there's light in the windows, they're waiting for you at home
It's not just bandits hiding in the night darkness
There is a plate of chicken on the table and a fork with a glass next to it
Macaroons on the table next to cream coffee in a foam mug with a heart on it
A cup of coffee among the beans and fresh croissants to it
My head is like an apple today, and it hurts as if under fire