On the walk home
In your dead of the night
Decorations
While your watching the eyes
Fall on
Collarbone
Nape of neck
Swaying hips
Wrinkled dress
I know I'm not
The most beautiful in
The whole wide world
But maybe on this block
In the off season
Seem to turn an eye
Used to feel so good
Pressing on my pride
Why do I still have to feel things in between the cheap delights?
In heaven all the first kisses last much longer than a night
On the drive home
I pick meaningless fights
Please provoke me
I want some kinda rise
Oh but you know not
To trust a fright
That appears
On a Sunday night
Why do I still have to feel things in between the cheap delights?
In heaven all the vacations last longer than a few nights
You can hold the stars until they burn right through your hands
You can outrun the whole week but Sunday catches up again