Kaskade, Sara Diamond - The Diner lyrics
Kaskade [Ryan Gary Raddon] Chicago, Illinois, U.S.
[Kaskade, Sara Diamond - The Diner lyrics]
I am sitting in the morning at
The diner on the corner
I am waiting at the counter for
The man to pour the coffee
And he fills it only halfway
And before I even argue
He is looking out the window
At somebody coming in
"It is always nice to see you
" says the man behind the counter
To the woman who has come in
She is shaking her umbrella
And I look the other way
As they are kissing their hellos
And I'm pretending not to see them
And instead I pour the milk
I open up the paper
There’s a story of an actor
Who had died while he was drinkin
It was no one that I had heard of
And I'm turning to the horoscope
And looking for the funnies
When I'm feeling someone watching me and
So I raise my head
There’s a woman on the outside looking
Inside Does she see me?
No, she does not really see me
'cause she sees her own reflection
And I'm trying not to notice that
She's hitching up her skirt
And while she's straightening her stockings
Her hair is getting wet
"It is always nice to see you"
Says the man behind the counter
To the woman who has come in
She is shaking her umbrella
And I look the other way
As they are kissing their hellos
And I'm pretending not to see them
And instead I pour the milk
The diner on the corner
I am waiting at the counter for
The man to pour the coffee
And he fills it only halfway
And before I even argue
He is looking out the window
At somebody coming in
"It is always nice to see you
" says the man behind the counter
To the woman who has come in
She is shaking her umbrella
And I look the other way
As they are kissing their hellos
And I'm pretending not to see them
And instead I pour the milk
I open up the paper
There’s a story of an actor
Who had died while he was drinkin
It was no one that I had heard of
And I'm turning to the horoscope
And looking for the funnies
When I'm feeling someone watching me and
So I raise my head
There’s a woman on the outside looking
Inside Does she see me?
No, she does not really see me
'cause she sees her own reflection
And I'm trying not to notice that
She's hitching up her skirt
And while she's straightening her stockings
Her hair is getting wet
"It is always nice to see you"
Says the man behind the counter
To the woman who has come in
She is shaking her umbrella
And I look the other way
As they are kissing their hellos
And I'm pretending not to see them
And instead I pour the milk