Track 3 of _Clutching At Straws_
At that time of the night when streetlights throw crosses through
window frames, paranoia roams where the shadows reign
At that time of the night
At that time of the night your senses tangled in some new perfume
criticism triggers of a loaded room At that time of the night
So if you ask me how do I fell inside I could honestly
tell you we've been taken on a very long ride
And if my owners let me have some free time some day
With all good intention I would probably run away
clutching the short straw
At that time of the night when questions rally in an open mind
summon all your answers with an ice cubes chime
at that time of the night, at that time of the night
pretend you're off the hook with the telephone
your confidence wounded in a free fire zone, at that time
of the night
So if you ask me where do I go from here, my next destination
isn't even that clear. So if you join me and get
on your kness and prey, I'll show you salvation
we'll take the alternative way clutching the short straw
If I had enough money I'd buy a round for that boy over-there
a companion in my madness in the mirror the one with
the silvery hair. If some kind soul could please pick
up my tab and while they're at it if they could
pick up my broken heart.
Warm Wet Circles
(Mayflower Hotel NYC, Wheatsheaf- Haywards Heath) [FISH and DEREK WILLIAM DICK
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