I'm not inviting you.
On my doorsteps hurt.
'Cause I've asked around,
And always quiet,
and always nothing.
Though the table is set,
and the white tablecloth was shiny,
I waited for nothing.
No 1 knocked
On that November day.
Don't come back now,
If you didn't want to before.
I'll do it without it.
And only on the level
I'll listen,
When the night comes.
