What this night wants is what it gets
Strung in silken knots
Lit by cigarettes flaring side by side
With the streets all wet
As the only thing that's bright
And I don't need to cross that bridge
I find I'm swinging or sailing over the pit tonight
I'm hanging from a hit tonight
Was wild enough to order up and toss across my lips
What's making all my tears
Is taking all my fears away
But I don't need to cry
'Cause now I'm clear
A moth that's swerving through the sage
A creature crashing from a cage
A shadow vaporized by a new sun ray
A day she spends the night
And I can hear her sighing
As she's almost asleep on one side
I lie back on my pillow
And ask what her husband is like
And she says,
"I smile polite
And I tip and tithe
And I see the sights with a well-trained eye
But I calmly cry
Because I'm too much mine without him
And I lie, reclined where the room is quiet
And it's quiet at night
The soft silk is fine
And the waves are white
But the wind has died without him
And I scream my smiles
And I want my wires and I need my stripes
And I read their lines till I lid my eyes
And I'm losing time without him"
And she says,
"I ignite inside
And I flash with fire
Limp from life
And I'm blazing blind
And I'm surging live
And give up my mind
When with him
And then every dream inside
Turns to flames, fades to grey and is dying
And the smoke rises into
A white, blank, bare, broke-open sky"