Then in the morning
She whispered to me
"Today I wont wake up,
Today I´ll be free"
With a smile on her pale lips
The cold on her back
I see her eyes yearning
For a last kiss
Lighted up soon
Her last cigarette
Will this be
Her last breathe?
With a cigarette-glow
Beneath her moon
She takes on her dress
Of white velvet and gloom