Pontchartrain Eyes Lyrics - Clandestine, Vol. 1 - Jetta In The Ghost Tree

I'm on my time with you 

Questioning everything I thought I once knew 

Staring at the cracks in the wall 

Pacing back and forth I wait for the fall 

Cause I'm growing tired 

Of your temptation 

I'm running out 

Of your celebration 

I'm growing tired of losing myself 

What a lovely tragedy 

When you can't tell what's real anymore 

Finding that mortality 

Is just another knock at your door 

New Orleans, New Orleans 

How I love Algiers and your Pontchartrain eyes 

New Orleans, New Orleans 

How I love Algiers and your Pontchartrain eyes 

Drowning in reality 

I can't find my escape anymore 

Southern hospitality 

Will leave you lying there on the floor 

New Orleans, New Orleans 

How I love Algiers and you Pontchartrain eyes 

New Orleans, New Orleans 

How I love Algiers and you Pontchartrain eyes 

What a lovely tragedy 

When you can't tell what's real anymore 

Finding that mortality 

Is just another knock at your door 

Cause I'm growing tired 

Of your temptation 

I'm running out 

Of your celebration 

I'm growing tired of losing myself