It’s ten at night br A day is over as it might br br The night promises so many br Not been fulfilled in any br br I’m to ask him to show his face br An urge to look between the lips br br And br br It’s a face full of fear; br His hand forbidding coming closer; br br To look into the eyes where br The caustic smile hidden br Behind controlled tears. br br What people think br He had a life or a double death.