Killing Miranda Ballad Of Torrens Street
Oh, I remember that I met her one dark night on Torrens
Street
I told her she was beautiful; she said, "I think you're
sweet"
We drank some whisky and Coke and we danced away till
three
But it all went wrong when I asked her, "Will you come
home with me?"
Were my motives insincere?
Is my conscience unclear?
Won't you take my hand, my dear?
Show me the way out of here
Among the smoke we move as one, becoming something else
We're dazzled by this decadence; in monochrome we dwell
Another night of tragedy: I'll try to make amends
Now the monsters under my bed have become my only
friends
Were my motives insincere?
Is my conscience unclear?
Won't you take my hand, my dear?
Show me the way out of here
Show me the way
Show me the way
Show me the way
The children of the night come out to play on Torrens
Street
With eyeliner and pink champagne and fake blood on
their teeth
See them shake to their foundation, cast an evil eye on
me
In the shadow of the Angel in the dark on Torrens
Street
Were my motives insincere?
Is my conscience unclear?
Won't you take my hand, my dear?
Show me the way out of here
