What can you trust You can trust the open eyes Looking out from The bodies blutter (?) skies, Autumn colors Lined (?) in me from up above Would be fire If we were making love
Where is that body That zeros in avant-garde (?) Total surrender Like a junkie unharmed (?) I've seen beauty From the belly on um (?) Tell me something Anything You can hear inside a song
Goodnight Palace of pleasure Good morning blues I guess we'll never know What could have been The dream is over Go back to sleep again
Who needs thinking When the drinks are on the house Evaporating All the time I was in doubt I've been sleeping With a better girl than you Loved her stories All the photographs Its true
Goodnight Palace of pleasure Good morning blues I guess we'll never know What could've been The dream is over Go back to sleep again
