i can hear the soft breathing of the girl that i love as she lies here beside me asleep with the night and her hair in a fine mist floats on my pillow reflecting the glow of the winter moonlight she is soft she is warm but my heart remains heavy and i watch as her breasts gently rise gently fall for i know with the first light of dawn i ll be leaving and tonight will be all i have left to recall oh what have i done why have i done it i ve committed a crime broken the law for twenty five dollars and pieces of silver i held up and robbed a hard liquor store my life seems unreal my crime an illusion a scene badly written in which i must play yet i know as i gaze at my young love beside me the morning is just a few hours away