On a Sunday afternoon, As smoke fills the room, Billie sings about her lover. He left for Chicago, A slow, mournful melody,

As you stand, your majestic figure… The crystallized towers gleam in s… But I, in my misery, drown in thi… You tore apart families and watche… And reunited others as they celebr…

I hate you, but miss your nights, Your moon, your starts at midnight… The distant homes and their lights… Calm is what I feel in these sigh… Shy smiles,