
Album Of The Past: Track Four
Our dreams fizzled out Like the fragrance of cheap perfume Trapped in the exhaust smoke of a molue bus. I watched to see tear stains Mess up your immaculate make-up. I thought I’d see a few handkerchiefs ruined By a confusing smudge Of eye-liner, nose-drip, lip-stick, and Mary Kay But your marble beauty could not … Continue reading Album Of The Past: Track Four