Little rough rhinestone. Where will your love go today?. Sometimes you think. You had none to start with anyway. . You will lose the deep pools. And the blues will cloud up.
We've hit those depths again. Playing black games again. Black mellow lies. And the narrowing of eyes. Playing those games again. You hold the reins again.
Would you like to taste a little pain. From the fickle hand of fame. Aren't you happy that the road to success. Is littered with drugs and sex. It's all here for your delectation.
In a city lost in time. Somewhere sordid and sublime. We met over a gin and lime. One rainy evening. Survivors clinging to the mast. Trying to make the moment last just.