all my city is dressed in skin her lips are dark her ankles thin oh my dizzy ballerina, won't you give us a spin? my country's cold in autumn's chains
Another Shirley Temple, Another Caine and Able, There's nothing out the window, And nothing on the table. This life is like a sad list Strong across
Darling its down to the wire I'm certain we're stalling I'd die to come sit by the fire but the curtain is calling If I were a boat I'd sail to where
when it's windy in the morning and your cloudy all day when the night arrives at last it just won't go away when you're eyes are sick with wonder and
