"One more night spent on your mirror....this stuff, so strange and lonely, England fades away..."
Sounds like an Englishman in an exotic country doing hard drugs with an exotic woman. Even though the situation & circumstances are lonely, shallow, meaningless, foreign & detached (calling her "Angel" makes it feel like it's just some anonymous woman he barely knows), but he's got hard drugs in his bloodstream, "breathing slow...", that steady, pulsing comfort: ....But after the passion dies down, and the edges of boredom & restlessness & emptiness start poking in, it's time to "take a ride"...maybe to score some more "strange stuff" to snort off of a mirror or just a change of scenery, but either way, on the run from something...
"One more night spent on your mirror....this stuff, so strange and lonely, England fades away..."
Sounds like an Englishman in an exotic country doing hard drugs with an exotic woman. Even though the situation & circumstances are lonely, shallow, meaningless, foreign & detached (calling her "Angel" makes it feel like it's just some anonymous woman he barely knows), but he's got hard drugs in his bloodstream, "breathing slow...", that steady, pulsing comfort: ....But after the passion dies down, and the edges of boredom & restlessness & emptiness start poking in, it's time to "take a ride"...maybe to score some more "strange stuff" to snort off of a mirror or just a change of scenery, but either way, on the run from something...