Okta Logue Devil's Dance
The hours just slipped through
It feels so empty again
You look so sad in the morning light
I'd be confused, too, you're drifting in time
Can you read in between these lines?
What's left on the menu?
You've got the money to spend
You are your own favorite friend, you shine
You don't let them fool you
But you're frozen in time, in the ruins of ‘69
Stuck in a phone booth
You're repeating the same drunk dials
Is there someone to hold you
When you're hanging from bourbon skies?
Not every bitter end hides a second chance
Down the avenue of drawn-out nights
Falling off the edge, you do the devil's dance
You're rolling with the cool kids in town
There's no meaning in truth at 2
It'll change around 5, a variation of lies aligned
You got the tools to, to make it feel alright
In your own New York state of mind
Who's left to hold you
As you're cutting off every tie?
As cold as the Danube, in the winter of '89
Not every bitter end hides a second chance
Down the avenue of drawn-out nights
Falling off the edge, you do the devil's dance
You're rolling with the cool kids in town
