As she disowned the washing and the ironing, what happens when the citizens
sleep.
Taken a taxi ride in a strange city you don’t want to know it lets
you be apalled
Let you feel it feel their disgust force me to go I hold my own
I’ve never been in love no it ain’t no drama, I bite my eye lashes
All the lights dim on the sidewalk. There’s a storm a brewing
Out here we wait for the news with grapes in hand.
Force me to go I hold my own I’ve never been in love no it ain’t no
drama
This salty tear to bury my face in the pillow, eyes that are washed
clean.
We ought to see the ecstasy used to be just a word, now I examine myself
For questions for alibis I allowed myself to be a parody
All the lights dim on the sidewalk. They say There’s a storm a
brewing *2
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Where is the voice of the enigma of desire
Where they are the enigma of desire
C6
A picture of art school. our picture of narcissus, a better wish
Now you sit down it’s quieter there, I can get some peace with the
quilted walls
C em
Let lies you,
The enigma of desire between the irony, the voice of lenny hutch.
Almost worthless, Almost Beautiful the daylight, the natural
(make your eyes shine?)
Light in the night sky
Sequinned like elvis beams down on us from heartbroken caberet.
Our cellphone perversion.
We’re all ghosts I suppose goodbye, It has finished the fair phantom
of the city a mixture of a
Moan, I allowed myself to be almost a substitute they twinkle for us.
A picture or narcissus a thought a wish, just fallen apart and split
at the seams
No more buzzing dreams, all rise for all you know senility meeting
the bigots they made good progress on
us. The lights dim on the sidewalk they say there’s a storm was brewning
?
oh you
straight to chorus
This worthless almost beautiful the daylight
a natural lie The night sky
sequinned like elvis on us from his heartbroken caberet
repeat first 2 bars
cellphone perversions
Hung up to the face as she goes on
We’re all ghosts I suppose, he holds arms
We’re all ghosts I suppose *2
now examine my self for questions for the alibis
We’re all ghosts I suppose
We’re all ghosts fair phantoms of the city goodbye
We’re all ghosts
Fair Phantoms of the city goodbye I just have nurses
At home there’s no bruise as it used to be