As I sat alone, My low, rose eyes scoured the tavern In that mass of riffraff, Maybe I'd find an outcast that had whipped the chance I pined
A darkness flowed beside me It smelled of rain and low tide Curious, I queried for a dance Them' types of mirrors, they show things they don't mean to
How she would cough the cue The music blared; we swirled and dipped I draped a mask, and swaggered like I'd been a mess My breath was foul with ale and smoke and fumes This drunken stalemate had locked me where I stood
And as she blathered horns of nonsense, Not soon enough, she burnished my covet prize And like a fool, I set out into the storm And like a fool, pursuedTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
