Ain't it just like the night to play tricks,
when you're tryin' to be so quiet?
We sit here stranded,
though we're all doin our best to deny it
And Louise holds a handfull of rain,
tempting you to defy it
Lights flicker from the opposite loft
In this room the heat pipes just cough
The country music station plays soft
But there's nothing really nothing to turn of
Just Louise and her lover so entwined
And these visions of Johanna,
that conquer my mind
In the empty lot where the ladies play
blindman's bluff with the key chain
And the all-night girls they whisper of escapades
out on the D-train
We can hear the night watcman click his flashlight
Ask himself if it's him or them that's really insane
Louise she's all right she's just near
She's delicate and seems like the mirror
But she just makes it all too concise and too clear
That Johanna's not here
The ghost of electricity howls
in the bones of her face
Where these visions of Johanna
have now taken my place
Now, little boy lost, he takes himself so seriously
writes
women
whisper
where
wallflower
useless
truck
tricks
trial
train
these
tempting
takes
taken
stranded
voices
still
which
insane
bluff
mirror
howls
herself
harmonicas
himself
stage
flashlight
farewell
faced
explodes
highway
explain
escapades
entwined
flowed
always
fiddler
freeze
flicker
bringing
holds
after
parasite
girls
sneeze
makes
click
night
delicate
prayer
inside
jelly
jewels
conscience
corrode
lights
concise
prepares
right
infinity
ghost
brags
knees
misery
cough
conquer
clear
country
empty
bones
electricity
little
dangerously
cruel
someone
likes
ladies
countess
steps
loads
pretending
blues
lotta
visions
speaks
lover
museums
music
musta
mustache
muttering
opposite
while
peddler
place
pipes
nothing
salvation
binoculars
primitive
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