After Crying To Black
Tonight the moon is absent But blind neons attack The aimless, winding tram in the dark My streets have gone to Black It's very Pepsi-poster At one she held me back Remember every motion of her As ran away to Black She went astray to Black In strait canal a boat nears Can see from paper made In leaden cloak with ebony face A tin-doll keeps to Black A tin-soldier to Black Tonight my wish is absent A gnome stays in my mack And cries inside by purple grimace My Blackself goes to Black I'm going into Black
