Lost

Remove your mask and take a seat I'll whisper you a story,
A story of another place of beauty death and glory.

The story is that of a woman,
who was born in the eye of a storm
and had a trunk at the bottom of her bed
full of hearts of the men she had worn.

A crucifix hung round her neck
though lost her faith in god.

she would constantly dream of dancing
on a phonograph laid in her room,
And the turntable turns into a whirlpool
and deeper and deeper she'd fall
till she's woken by screams of the
old singers slander of love and care not for all.

Sodden with sweat she would rise,
for the morning had saved her again..

Gets frisky with the whiskey of her late husband
to the silence of the still sleeping town.

She slipped herself into the shower
and tied back her black silken hair.

Pulled back the curtain and in the uncertain
shot herself out of despair.