another lover
lost to the life
of that whore babalon
and her bright lights
Meet me there in the morning...
Beneath the feet of the city
Click, you disconnect from me
Click, when you go to take your century
Telephone booth between us
There are no walls between us
Only these words and the green grass
And in the distance, I am your tourist
(Meet me there in the morning)
Beaucoop fishin'
I cry because the giver of second chances,
Never ceases in giving a third or a fourth.
Not even a 5th or a 6th would he deny if I asked.
And Continues As long as you Return back to Him