She passed swiftly by the misty lights,
the cold night still hiding her face.
The rapid footsteps under neon buzz
as her sounds slowly faded away.
And that was enough,
I was distressed,
And I was afraid to be…
Longing for another dream.
I was alone,
I was held captive by the clubs of the DeuceShade.
Playing through the time with my counting of beats in the night which are
driving me to say:
I long in lust for what you said to me.
I want to see that it’s true.
I don’t want to waste another night…
I still try to forget while you wait for me.
And can’t it be that it’s true.
I don’t want to waste another night.
Her five words echoed through my head as the clock…
it seemed to stop.
I called out hoping for your response
as I looked out in the night.
I prayed for your eyes and the smell of your skin,
But still I’m ashamed to be…
Longing for another dream.
But I was ok.
And I was well aware of the sounds from the DeuceShade.
Come onto me like a ghost of lust...
Her smell was all that remained.
