I can hear the soft breathing of the girl that I love,
As she lies here beside me asleep with the night.
And her hair flying floats on my pillow,
Reflecting the glow of the winter moonlight.
She is soft, she is warm.
But my heart remains heavy.
And I watch as her breasts gently rise, gently fall.
For I know with the first light of dawn I will be leaving.
Tonight will be all I have left to recall
Oh, what I have done? Why have I done it?
I’ve committed a crime. I’ve broken the law.
For twenty five dollars and pieces of silver,
I held up and robbed a hard liquor store.
My life seems unreal. My crime an illusion.
A scene badly written, in which I must play.
Yet I know as I gaze at my young love beside me,
The morning is just a few hours away.