when the daylight ran away.
The burning church lent her a glow that covered up the gray.
We traded jokes, and chattered on, while queuing for our bread.
Flirting on an empty belly, envying the dead.
Broken Dolly pining as the cathode ray tube glows with advertisements for caviar
she'll never have, or ever know.
If you can't afford to smoke your coke, there's always gasoline.
A soaking rag held to the face to wipe your thinking clean.
Sharing highs are foreplay in a parted scabby kiss.
Grimy fingers reaching for an aching hint of bliss.
"They were there!"
They told you that, and burned our Temple black.
And sunshine's just a rumour, like the knife stuck in our back...
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