cigarette in hand
flicking ash on parquet
stained wine glasses
broken memories
seen and through it all
damsels on hard bed
hear it all
every night
tied - begging
wanting.
Oh the pain - is nothing
heart feels the same
Oh the pain - is nothing
the pain
not here in this city
Oh no - not here.
might have to change your mind
not your heart
be true always
to the voice of the city
hear her wail
thin walls exposing
explicit lyrics
ash on the floor
dust velvet pants
broken wine glasses
stained satin
over and done with
demons on hard bed
hear it all
every night
free – raging
wanting.
might have to change your life
not your heart
be true to her always
turn away
from the noise of the city
the love ain’t worth
the song she sings