We´re talking but I think here´s more than
silent
I act committed, serious, on top
Cut to the bone, I need to earn the money
though this is so much fun I could throw up
I pour some extra cream into my coffee
at first it fights - for later giving up
surrenders to another bitter meeting
in unimportant brown down in the cup
The steam starts rising like a dusty dancer
she stretches from the cup and turns around
Now just a blow and she´ll be disappearing
into some lucky land we´ve never found
There might be left some grounds down at the bottom
and even if predictions won´t impress
then I will fortune-tell them when I dare to
that he who lives for business, he lives less