Lines
Of a tale
Cut in the face of a crowd
Sentenced no bail
There
In the night
Deep in the back
Through the black
Beckons a life
Time
Moving in a straight line
But then at a whim
A change in the wind
A story begins in its mind
For deep in her eyes
Beneath the lies
Of the dark
Leaving marks
Sparks
She
Has been steeled
Standing there looking so tight
Taut and high-heeled
One
Of a kind
The kind of a girl
That only a dream
Could design
Time
Seen through glasses of wine
Never reveals
The why or the when
How this story will end
As you find
That deep in her eyes
Beneath the lies
Of the dark
Leaving marks
Sparks
Come on
Conjure up a reason for living
Take me round
And around
And around
And around
And again
Come on
Do it in the name of living
For if not tonight
Tell me when
For if not tonight
Tell me when
Ahhhhh
Hearts
Can confuse
That messed up bundle of nerves
That tends to bruise
Still
Lay it bare
It's better to bleed than to need
And never have dared
Chance
A move based on a glance
A move based on no more than feel
In this unreal circumstance
For deep in her eyes
Beneath the lies of the dark
Leaving marks
Sparks
