Every morning's getting colder. Those rooms are filling up with leaves. A nice place to visit. But a better place to leave. . Remember what secrets the pictures would have seen.
Slow conversations keep drawing me in. I lose concentration. Don't know where I've been. I figured it out. I figured you out. . You take control while I stop making sense.
My house in Budapest. My hidden treasure chest,. Golden grand piano. My beautiful Castillo. . You. You. I'd leave it all. . My acres of a land. I have achieved.
Well early this morning someone hot on the line. said "Me and my friends are downtown, drinking' wine.". They're trying' to help me but they ain't got time.
Passing pictures, in a smoky room. They're all so tired of themselves. Passing moments, in a place I knew. I put my heart back on the shelf. . It's not your vice,.
By God won't you please just cut out the lights. . Suzanne won't you help me to draw the line. Between floozy women and having cigarettes with wine. .
Oliver Asley Lane. He was a quarter the way insane. But he ain't to blame. 'Cause with a trust fund like that. I'd be the same. . His father was the engine.
It's never been enough. To live an breathe just like the rest of us. . Gotta make your mind up. Gotta make your mind up. Gotta make your mind up now. Gotta make your mind up.