I haven't heard a voice that I can trust. And all this sweetness turns a throat to rust. I'm standing on a quay, wrapped up in mist. The steamer's left with someone that I miss.
She walks me home. There's a Mercedes parked in our street. So we stop and we discuss. Who on earth the owner could be that's just like me. . I'd evade waking up.
Never thought I'd ever hear from you. My slapped face has healed, so has the misunderstanding. And what brings, what brings you around. Amidst this torrid time with your heart near mine?.
A trader in furs living in exile. Boy, what a kook, look at that passport. Stale bread and paper without privilege. If you live here learn the language.
A ruby waistcoat won't hide my fear. At 12:31 watch my teeth disappear. People buy watches. then tell the time. By the punctual keeling. and crack of my spine.
It took you a week to say. One day you were. . A virtuoso, a virtuoso. The girls have moved. . Some brass band and a marching girl. She likes it that way.
A widow's life is no life at all. Look said the ghost, "There in the hall. Her big brown eyes and northern beer. Pulled her through her living years".
I don't wanna let you out of my sight. Don't wanna let you onto your flight. The fortune teller might have been right. The bad old world can turn your hair white.
Candles and tambourines shine in the dusk. Monkeys and Spoonful float through the musk. Why when you come here does the rainbow turn black?. Spitting and burning, the vision attacks.
They had problems with their father's law. They sleep in the back of a feminist bookstore. The Clarke Sisters. . The eldest sister keeps a midnight vigil.