she flicked thru bins in trashed up finery east down eyes searching for news every once in a while she'd look up at me penniless and pretty, nothing to lose
never ever never day curious glance thru cellar haze the way you dream your wasted night the never ever never light
beat up copies of old satellites messages beaming dusty blues pale white fingers trace the card-board lines and black eyes that steal the noon
stale and vintage air has drugged me down no escape from her narcotic scheme you touch the letters of a static name someday i'd like to make that scene