An itch
My eye twitched like a memory of forgotten bars(?)
One of those cities
One of those nights
Everyone's darling
Everyone's sweetheart
Just this drink to hold my hand
One glass of anything
Anything cheap
And I'm here just because
Everyone else has come just to be seen

Oh I don't know these buildings
I think I'm lost

In the perfumed armpit of town,
Develop a debt now, these people are bricks
Six feet stones, wrapped up in bow
Such disappointment when the paper is ripped
So I stand, still boring and bored
Itching my eye again, against the wall
At the end, at the close,
Would you be good enough to take me home?

'cause I don't know these buildings
I think I am lost
'cause I don't know these building
I think I am lost

Would you
Would you
would you be good enough to take me home?
Would you
Would you
would you be good enough to take me home?
Would you
Would you
would you be good enough to take me home?
Would you
Would you
would you be good enough to take me home?


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    General CommentI believe it is close to this:

    In the perfumed armpit of town,
    Develop a debt now, these people are bricks
    Six feet stones, wrapped up in bow
    Such disappointment when the paper is ripped
    So I stand, still boring and bored
    Itching my eye again, against the wall
    At the end, at the close,
    Would you be good enough to take me home?
    Dystopia7on September 11, 2011   Link
  • 0
    General Commentit's
    "in the perfume, armpit of time"
    Lespaulsmithon August 12, 2011   Link
  • 0
    Lyric CorrectionCleaned up a bit. This is what it sounds like and also what seems to fit best in context.

    An itch
    My eye
    Twitch like a memory of forgotten bars
    One of those cities
    One of those nights
    Everyone's 'darling'
    Everyone's 'sweetheart'
    Just this drink to hold my hand
    One glass of anything
    Anything cheap
    And I'm here just because
    Everyone else has come just to be seen

    Oh I don't know these buildings
    I think I am lost

    In the perfumed armpit of town,
    Develop a debt now, these people are bricks
    Six face stone, wrapped up in bone
    Such disappointment when the paper is ripped
    So I stand, still boring and bored
    Pitching my eye again
    Against the wall
    iamjackslameusernameon June 24, 2012   Link

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