And now the night and the liquor wear off. I see your sister more clear. Now that the sun has warmed the sky. . Won't you sleep, my lady. Go to sleep baby.
Well, I don't care, your cameras caught me crying as I left your gates. Or that your maintenance men, they caught our last embrace. Well, you were on the verge of tears when I first knew I would know you.
I heard a sound. When I was a child. Someone was walking through the pillow that night. The snow muted. The pitch of night. A shadow approached across a field in white.
Stay if you want. There is enough. Sadness for the. Both of us. . Follow the sound. To the table underground. There will be plenty. Tears goin' round.
Jean Cocteau is covered in butter. The ghosts of Cappucino and Zaza hover. In the hallway where the devil and his lover. Beg you for change on the slide.
We walked the aisles aimlessly. With our kills painlessly. And we go all the night without love. In the darkened lonely corners. Where we place our drive-through orders.