Walking out in crimson air
You haven't lost your sophomore flair
Late tonight you take a bow
The curtains down, act over now
Morning comes like mornings do
It's bright in Giovanni's room
You hang your head, you bash the walls
An hour later walk the halls
Smoking on the tiled floor
Your audience through open door
Blame your life on failed noir
Can't fake a California charm
Pocket holds a paperback
With paint stains and the pages black
Your autumn smile blunts your attack
Seeking what you wish to lack
You stand still like a paperweight
Forget the lines you're supposed to say
You're begging for another take
To live to fight another day
You convey such grave concern
To the fire all will return
You medicate the lessons learned
For simpler days you will yearn
We dance under a flower moon
And faded brick and chimney flues
You moving to manhattan soon
The city swallows and consumes
You burn me with a cigarette
Like taking something off your chest
I'll smoke you till my final breath
Forgotten eyes and wary death
I'll touch you like you wear your hair
Simple and without a care
We're witty and we're self aware
Repartee and underwear
Stockholm stands in mystery
Two lovers bound in misery
I'll point to all the banners now
And make you put the camera down