Tending to the city's broken heart Little question marks linger over lonely people in the diner after dark All cooing in their tiny china cups One great, devastated row at the plate-glass window
We move to greet the emphysemic outlaws in the park Hoarding fourteen nips of Dewar's in an army-jacket liquor cabinet Starving out the skaters for a ledge under the stars They all lived seven lives beforе the sun let down her guard
Thеy all lived seven lives before the sun let down her guard They all lived seven lives before the sun let down her guard
Magazine readers, with your matchbooks and compact mirrors Clobbered at Oscar's with flowers in the face of fear
A poem for the blue stalls in the bathrooms of the world in the backs of bars Hungry neon lovers' symbols hurled across the booths at the new boys, a little thick between the ears He's going for sentimental, but he's coming off severe He says he's dead for seven years, he was dutifully revered In certain circles, they were casting statues out of potter plaster But that was all a while ago, before he got here Now, he lives on gin-and-tonics and he studies economics
Magazine readers, with your matchbooks and compact mirrors Clobbered at Oscar's with flowers in the face of fear Ah, you magazine readers, with your matchbooks and compact mirrors Clobbered at Oscar's with flowers in the face of fearTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
