Midnight train has left the platform
And the hour says it is 12.30
Sleepless and lost in our own agonies
We can sit even further, sipping the silence
From our glasses those are not in a toast

If our silences can communicate with each other
There will not be unheard sighs forever
I can get up and close that damn window
Or you can, and not to pretend that we don't care
The icy wind that is visiting us so often

You can pick up that cigarette you didn't light up
And I can go ahead and text back the brunette I met
In the bar other night, after you walked out

Yes, you can collect everything that is not mine
And leave with me those feelings I had for you
May be, you can say a word and we can toast
Our glasses once again, celebrating the champagne
by the fireside
To start once again afresh
As silence was never our favorite drink