There
are many places to look for inspiration
There are many ways to break the night
The stern man in black is a part of the restoration
And Camilia is going to make me feel alright
I'm
in a hole digging my own excavation
Looking for the remains of my tomb
Making the least of my own expectation
Caught between the pyre and the womb
The
thin and the fat go to bed together
When the need comes its easy to do
When the garbage bags and the lady in leather
All start to look just like you
In
Rome they drink the water they pay the toll
The burlyman sits there scowling
And way down in the bottom of my soul
The hounds of hell are howling
The
face in the mirror has been in hibernation
The man on the edge holds the knife
He sharpens his tongue with cold deliberation
His face awash with the purple light
Somewhere
here there's a place I've never seen
Where strangers sweat the night away
Losing their sleep over something that's never been
Waiting for just another day
We
walk arm in arm under the lamplight smiling
The road curves to nowhere in sight
But in the darkness her touch is beguiling
And she tells me I'm not alone tonight
HongKong
1999
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