Cinemascope

There’s a street of light
A long dark night
Restaurant sences and dark machines
A woman in the shadow and a man in a suit
A cut away shot of the avenue
So he stands by a rake as the camera pans accross
Then he checks his watch, cause he feels like time has stopped
There’s a street where he almost meet, this is the place
We come to the scene where we almost see her face
And the telephone rings
She swims in the lake, as the shadow on the wall in the final take
Cigarette smoke and somebody spoke
And the light goes up and the cinema’s closed
So he plays the film, he plays the film again
So he plays the film, he plays the film again