(Drug Dealer)
Lines.
Of a tale.
Cut in the face of a crowd,
sentenced no bail...
There.
In the night.
Deep in the back,
through the black,
beckons a life...
Time.
Moving in a straight line.
Butthen at the whim,
a change in the wind,
a story begins in its mind...
For deep in her eyes,
beneath the lies.
Of the dark.
Leaving marks.
Sparks.
She.
Has been steeled.
Standing there, looking so tight,
taut and high-heeled...
One.
Of a kind.
The kind of the girl
that only a dream
could design...
Time.
Seen through glasses of wine.
Never reveals
the why or the when
how this story will end
as you find...
That deep in her eyes,
beneath the lies.
Of the dark.
Leaving marks.
Sparks.
Come on,
conjure on the reason for living.
Take me round
and around
and around
and around
and again...
Come on,
do it in the name of living.
For if not tonight
tell me when...
For if not tonight
tell me when...
Ahhhh
Hearts.
Can confuse.
That messed up bundle of nerves
that tends to bruise...
Still.
Lay it bare.
It's better to bleed than to need
and never had dared...
Chance.
A move based on a glance.
A move based on no more than feel
in this unreal circumstance...
For deep in her eyes,
beneath the lies.
Of the dark.
Leaving marks.
Sparks...
