The clerk who read our palms broke the seal
on another deck of cards. She said you're my fate
My sweet annihilating angel, every naked hotel room
i've ever checked out of. There's nothing
left of that, but even now when night pulls up
like a limousine, sea-blue, and i'm climbing the stairs
keys in hand, i'll reach the landing and
on another deck of cards. She said you're my fate
My sweet annihilating angel, every naked hotel room
i've ever checked out of. There's nothing
left of that, but even now when night pulls up
like a limousine, sea-blue, and i'm climbing the stairs
keys in hand, i'll reach the landing and
you're there - the one lesson i never get right
Downstairs
Lynda Hull
1992
Lynda Hull
1992
image
Glen Orbik
reblogged via Noirsville.com
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