It was one of those wild kind of nights
Where it all goes off like a bomb
I was tasting little drops of Stardust
on the tip of my tongue
Now I’m dancing with the shadow of a spotlight
And the music smells like freshly fallen rain
My friends are busy, taking off their collars
And all the while I’m dying, dying my brain
Saying dying isn’t easy
Even if it’s just for one night
10 feet of rope
20 foot gap
Just throw your voice and pull me back
10 feet of rope I only got.
10 feet of rope I only brought
10 feet of rope to pull me back
I was talking to a lady made a flowers
And she disappeared when asking for her name
Then came a drumming on my shoulder
And I turned another shade of gray
Now I’m lost in a hotel hallway
And my memories yesterday‘s perfume
The carpet is a river of suggestion
And the phones probably ringing, ringing in my room