Down by the river, foggy and grey,. Only a young girl kneeling to pray. Down in the water, muddy and cold,. Eyes red from crying. A torn, ragged soul..
I'm a labyrinth of hopes and fears. Of tears of frustration and of anger. But if you can break through this wall. And search amongst it all. You'll find a man there.
I was dragging your face around the floor. Somebody's boot heel in your mouth. Scars of cigarettes buds on your tongue. These are the things you loved me for.
It's a poison. That slowly drips. It's a word of cruelty. On your lips. Like a killer on the run. Like a kiss from a gun. It's a threat of love. Threat of love.
Do you remember. Those hazy amber days. We were but children. Having the time of our lives. We had no regard, no respect. A floor was a bed. And a bed held the mysteries of life.
The town fell asleep. I forgot what it's called. At the spring. Where it wept a corner of sky drowned. The town fell asleep. I forgot what it's called.
Here he comes with a snake on his tongue. Dripping with gold from bad deeds well done. Got a silk new shirt. And a line in stick. He's drop dead gorgeous with a cocaine kick.
Somewhere deep in the scarlet city. A million dreams are not enough. I'm knee deep in fallen women. Being alone in the scarlet city. Can be tough. . Call me romantic.
There is a bed where I can end my days. To think about the road I've run the miles I've come. There is a bed where troubles melt away. My lonely hours or hours with you.
I keep old feelings locked. In the room below. Soft kisses. Stained wine glasses. And outside the snow. Broken windows. Wilted flowers. And we stayed happy there for hours.
The sea says. Come with me and whisper. Run with me. And tell me. Why is it you're lonely. . I held your hand. In those years as a child. Soothed all your fevers.
I remember the sea I remember. How I thought she would sing forever. Though her voice it became a whisper. But the sea still sings in her heart. . To the furthest shores of Alaska.
You say, I'm your mystery. Please, don't ever solve me. I won't be a mystery anymore. . Something's holding my breath. Strikes the moment down. Gives me greater heights to reach.
In a Byzantine harem. Where, seeking paradise,. I'd disguised myself as a dog,. A slave told me:. . Me, I'd like heavy pearls. Enamelled black pearls.
On a bed of silken sheets he lay his head. The pillow edged in gold and red. . A palace in his prison walls. A feast for all, there's really only bread.
The bargemen see. Me growing old. I see the bargemen. Aging too. We play the game. Of Tom Fools. Where the one. Who still is oldest. In my work. Even in summer.
I've spent many a night. Lying on my back. Waiting for the dawn. To pierce and crack. And the ceiling. Hanging from the sky. And I envy the boy. Who grabbed the toy.
And he dances every night. Framed in candles. And white white light. All is revealed. When all is too bright. You're such a pleasure. A wonderful pain.
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Over there. In the cold. Stands the Hustler. His eyes are old. He has seen a million ugly scenes. Places where men droop with mould. The backrooms. Where soiled goods are sold.