The serpent’s silver tongue is a loaded gun tangled in the sheets
Where our souls collide with the words that slide right between our teeth
And with a tasteless kiss on our careless lips we take what we can get. Another shapeless face in the shameless race to live without regret
For love has always been a guessing game
and city starlight shines as we march in Lines to find ourselves again
Replacing one vice with the other to forget where we have been.
As creatures of the night we find comfort in the moonlight’s lonesome song
Where our demons are set free to fly with wings of the darkest shades of gray
So the whiskey burns as we take our turns to dance with misery
Then Danny says to me, “well, maybe she’s the one to make you see That no one’s ever all they hope to be
and it’s godlessness we learn is best to Help ourselves believe
So let’s open another bottle and we’ll drive away defeat.”
I know we are all just fugitives of someone we loved that we cannot forget.
Now the sun is rising somewhere above our heads. I guess we lost track of time.
I know we are all just killing time.
Until the minaret of circumstance brings us to our knees
And we’re praying to an emptiness that makes us feel complete.
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