I remember that night in the dull winter light, you wore maroon and black With Myrna Loy curls and blue green feather in your hat. We drank wine until our lips stained the colour of your dress And talked of words and music, and all of the rest.
The evening grew older, you pressed at my shoulder, the shapes began to blur You suggested that we exit lightly pulling at your pearls This city was never great enough for a lady of your kind But the night may win you yet, this night or I.
We carried our feet along all the streets that held all our regrets We kissed with chapped lips and I could taste your cigarettes You said 'just like in the movies' and we spun beneath the snow A love as cold as this was all that we'd known.
And after all that you drew it from your hat by bad music and bad weather And you gave it to me that night in December And it's still in my coat pocket, that blue-green feather A love that now I can only remember