The lips of time, they kiss again. When I walk alone, into the night. They know my voice, they know my name. My need for love, my fear of heights. So I keep my wit, my running game.
Don't say nothin'. I'll speak for two. I'll do the lying. You just walk through. It ain't no crime. That's what we do. Ain't that what we do?. . There are no victims,.
Come tell me your story to unload your glorious grief. Where you are the valet of honor and I am the thief. And don't ever mention the stains that you left on my track.