It's late, you feel like you've forgotten something,
The streets are strange
You don't speak the language...
Did you think she was a statue, a painting
That you might catalog and store, musty and faithful?
One look, one touch at the base of her throat
Would have told you
Would have warned you
Take a taxi,
Watch the liquid constellations come and go on the window glass
It's late, you're lost, you feel like you'd like to forget something...
See her eyes in the street lamps,
The meter clicks, you feel sick
And goodbye plays in your head like a song from an alleyway;
The words are nonsense
But the music is familiar as your heartbeat.
It plays on,
You dance this foreign night to its end and