I can tell the time of the day
just by looking at your face-

a glow of hope when it's five
you rejoice the new day,

tired eyes by it's nine-
same old story, same old game,

at four you need your coffee
during the office cigarette-break,

at ten you look so exhausted
as another day comes to an end,

you'd draw the curtains at midnight-
another day closer to death.