So achingly beautiful for a while, down to the Paris girls smoking cigarettes and singing along…and the dogs barking in the background….and the huge spliff behind Justin’s ear.
Someday my pain, someday my pain
Will mark you
Harness your blame, harness your blame
And walk through
With the wild wolves around you
In the morning, I’ll call you
Send it farther on
Solace my game, solace my game
It stars you
Swing wide your crane, swing wide your crane
And run me through
And the story’s all over you
In the morning i’ll call you
Can’t you find a clue when your eyes are all painted Sinatra blue
What might have been lost -
Don’t bother me
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