The painted faces on the street. caricatures of long ago. oh they were young and oh so sweet. down beyond the boulevard. knock on doors and empty halls.
First a glance and then a crooked smile. Draw him in and let the games begin. If he doesn't ask she will not tell. She paints the picture oh so well. .
Nighttime sharpens, heightens each sensation. Darkness stirs and wakes imagination. Silently the senses abandon their defenses. Helpless to resist the notes I write.
Night time sharpens, heightens each sensation. Darkness stirs and wakes imagination. Silently the senses abandon their defenses. . Slowly, gently night unfurls its splendor.
[Sinner]. . Down in the old castle out in the swamps. Darkness drops all over the land. The clock strikes twelve. The midnight masked-ball ... is about to begin.
[Parry]. . On the surface things look different. What's underneath you cannot tell. For years it seems that everything is going well. . Behind the laughter hides a mystery.