She was swinging from her handbag on the King's Road,. fresh from boarding school and double-barreled shame.. Now there are worms in her skin, she's razor thin, her eyes are pinned,.
There is a stillness. to the thrashing of despair. there is a calm. in the rush of your stare. and I'm now beyond care. experience been gained. and we're back to back.
Oh, one more drink and then I'll goes. But there's one more thing I've got to know. Does he take you places that I don't?. And what happened to the story that we wrote?.
What a drag it is. The shape I'm in. Well, I go out somewhere. Then I come home again. I light a cigarette. 'Cause I can't get no sleep. Theres nothing on the TV, nothing on the radio.
Back to the start. Back to the start again I go. Back to the start. Back to the start again. . And I don't know why. I feel this way. But I couldn't stay here for.
The bell boy brings you coffee,. There are letters from every shore,. There are flowers of the season,. Heels are capsized by the door.. . You're well protected,.