Angels After Dark
(Brewster-Neeson-Brewster) She walks down the line, no sense of time eternity... she talks of the years, blinded by tears her magesty... fantasy, the mirror that's confused her She pleaded guilty to a charge of perverse delight trying to control the childhood dream that haunts her through the night is it the spoken truth or it the truth that is heard? there's no one speaking and no one's listening to words On skid row after dark On skid row after dark On skid row after dark She hides in the night, turns down her light time to wait... she holds out her hand, dreams of her man love or hate --- is all too late already she was dying She pleaded guilty to a charge of perverse delight trying to control the childhood dream that haunts her through the night is it the spoken truth or it the truth that is heard? there's no one speaking and no one's listening to words On skid row after dark On skid row after dark On skid row after dark ----------------------------------------------------------------------------
