everyone has a skeleton and a closet to keep it in

you might need to fill a prescription to kill off the silence

shall i say, i have gone at dusk through narrow streets

i am nothing of a builder, but here i dreamt i was an architect

and so it is, just like you said it would be

but then what kind of scale compares the weight of two beauties

box up your gloves and your down coats, bound for the sun and the west coast

she says to meet her there, beside the power station, she said she'd let me stare

and there in the blacklight I could see the tatoos glowing on your body