His black hand
on my white belly
and I can't even pronounce
Will you kill me as you're leaving
Erase my name, erase
You couldn't resist the fast lane
You had to go and
You felt that rocket of inspiration
That once again you could
Nail the stars across that wooden sky
Cover that crystal ball,
It's Monday morning
The snow is still falling
No hope for spring
I've got no glass
To raise to my lips
Got nothing to
It's such a shame I've met you
Now, when it's all
Tell me, tell me what you see
When you close your
I've been watching you for some time
Your handshake's weak
And you
The sun came crashing in onto the floor
When I look