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Rhythm of Your Shoes > Three Tinted Windows

End of the day
Into the night dreamin'
But I ain't sleepin'
No not today

I'm outta the dark
Into the light walkin'
Just to get some coffee
Down Greenwich Street

Right before I hit the door
Your hand ran into mine
Your eyes walked right into
The hallways of my mind

Chances we miss
Smile on your face
Like it is what it is
But it ain't what it ain't

The money was good
I couldn't beg a pardon
Big old apartment
No bodies between the bones

The outdoor space
Nothing more than a garden
I'd climb out the window
And sit down on the stones

Watch the world rain down upon
The only street I know
The rhythm of your shoes
On the sidewalk down below

Chances we miss
Smile on your face
Like it is what it is
But it ain't what it ain't

A billion stars burnin' up the sky
And I cannot count 'em up
Tried to once
Fell inside
Stumbled in my cup

Here I stand
Upon our roof
Lookin' back on times of us
All remains is something I can't tell
But it's all for you

Ghost of a kiss
Shadow's embrace
Like it is what it is
But it ain't what it ain't

Oh no
The ghost of a kiss
I guess it is what it is
It is what it is