Renee Heartfelt Rush
The twenty in her pocket
Was burniung a hole right through her leg
I wish i could stop her
But I never knew quite what to say
The doors in this place seem
To shut themselves these days
I let you go
I am to blame
And the rhythms in her head
They never seem to fade
Colored by the streets
She knows so well
And the twenty in her pocket
Is burning a hole right through the ground
I guess we won't be seeing you around anymore
So while you wait for the rush and light
I will wait for you one more night
