Blurry eyes half bent and I can't take you sober. Tricking off the rotting strip that we've been trudging under. We ducked into a dim lit room out where the river bends.
When you cut the cord to close the curtain on the sun. And evening came to cover everything you left undone. I took a walk out to greet an old familiar ghost.
Bearing the weight of a trick we had traded. Defeated in light retreating to dark. We hid underneath an invincible sheet. And cheated our love defeated our love.
Make way for the pigeon kicker. Splattering the city wall. Nothing ever seemed so pretty. Nothing ever seemed so dull. . Past the line of cigarette trees.
Every dull moment that we wait here nothing comes. Up to greet us barely breathing frozen thick and numb. They say if it happens that it's got to happen soon.
Set me on fire white liquor girl. Come burning down my throat pristine and pure. We have been slaving all day long. Among these neon lit half slums. Toasting our false hurray.
At the first sign of daylight you came to the door. You'd fallen so fast you smashed on the floor. You said that you kissed everything good goodbye. And you laid down your head on the concrete and cried.
Juliette your cigarette has burned right through your face. Through your skin and through your skull and up into your brain. It doesn't seem that you will reach the fountain from where you are.
Crowned in chrome I took a ride in the wrong direction. Severing the one bind you could tie on me. Darkness froze as all the hooks have been connected.
Dim the lanterns, kill the lights, let's leave tonight to hide away. To take cold comfort in the dark and leave our hearts behind to wait. We'll tear away these dreadful skins that we must shed to start again.
You say that you're slipping away. As you turn from the hand that could save you. You fell like a drunk down a well. Like a dog into Hell you were sinking.
You say you came to save the day. But now it's evening. And all your victims have gone home. You claimed to take nothing away. But you kept stealing. These things you could never own.
Throw me into the water I'm not afraid to begin again. To wash away the red red clay. Covering my body from the deep deep grave. I've been digging through a dark dark hour.
Standing in a sea of sleaze. Devils come to bury me. Half way dead and half alive. Sickness never felt so right. And every year a few feet more. Creeping up the ocean floor.
I got a phone call from a friend the other day. Says he got into some trouble says he's got to go away. Says he's been wasting time making up his mind.