Well it was London Town
I was ramblin' on the privacy of an old street light
And as I wandered through the weary mist
I heard the wind whispering your name

And I look into the window of a retired cafe
I see the eyes of a cat in my reflection
I turn around and see a shade
As I sink into the depth of my depression

I wake up by the cry of a sparrow
Disappearing into the vaporous fog
And while I'm out here strollin'
I see the silhouette and hear the wail of a dog

It all faded away
There in the silent rain
But I felt like the luckiest man in the world
When a black cat crossed my path

And as I gaze into deceits of illusion
I see a date fall upon the dusky lake
Suddenly there's a change in the weather
There's something different about the rain

She's staring down to the ground
As the sky begins to erase
The rain washed away the colors she painted
On her face

And all the streets are falling to pieces
Only the images remain
I wake up by the cry of a sparrow
And nothing looks the same

I never held her again
Take it anyway
And I felt like the luckiest man in the world
When that black cat crossed my path


Lyrics submitted by marmaladechainsaw

Black Cat #13 song meanings
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