This sunset reminds me of that summer in Rome In black you look older… Still, there’s no place like home. I’ve been to the ferry, if you know what I mean He’s there, real and ancient, it’s this life is a dream. It’s just for a few days you must let me stay here. It is my right, dear.
Remember your Stoker, „The dead travel fast“ And I rode like a nightmare and still came the last. He weighed my silver, and returned it with care And said he was sorry, it was high-season fare. It’s just for a few days you must let me stay here. It is my right, dear.
I won’t be a nuisance, don’t need much now, you see, I’ll try again in the autumn, if he lowers the fee. Do you know what it’s like? It’s like life, only worse. There’ll be time for your questions, but I need a drink first. It’s just for a few days you must let me stay here. It is my right, dear.
I may go to the whorehouse, I got my Sunday best on, Strange but I’ve never been there. You won’t mind now when I’m gone? And the candles, how thoughtful! I’m so sore in the eyes I can’t stand the sunlight, as I couldn‘tstand your lies.