She shares the night with me.
 There is smoke
 There is smile
 There is understanding
 There is cafe

 

 She is showing off how tolerant she can be
 There is release
 There is deja vu
 There is spanish
 There is free of charge

 

 I am homeless in her arms
 There is a bed
 There is punctual jour
 There is lightness
 There is rain

 

 Finally...

 

 I dont know
 I am confused
 Why all happened belated
 Belated that grandpa is on the train to heaven