The light has gone out in your window.
We are perched on the brink of a dawn.
But I am outside in the shadows
And I am alone.
I am no stranger to this door,
It was built with the sweat from my brow.
I lingered awhile on its threshold
Before turning round.
For what I lack won't be found in the looking,
What I want is to be there with you
But some houses are better as ruins,
Some people too.
So darling
Turn my picture to the wall
And do what you must do,
You say there's shame
In the lies we tell
But there is more shame in the truths.
You have scorned all my cloistered virtues
And the vices they may have produced,
You know youth isn't the time for seduction
It's a time to be seduced
But when the watering holes have all run dry
Then I shall drink from the mirage
And when you meet me there I will not ask why,
I will laugh
Turn my picture to the wall
And do what you must do,
You say there's shame
In the lies we tell
But there is more shame in the truths.
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