Give me a night listless and long,
smokey and slow like that one kiss before,
walking the floor with pale virgin feet
to pick up my crown and no longer be poor.
Give me a house with no locks on the doors,
give me a moment to be something more,
and try not to ask
what the night was for.
I have no stake in a pocket of time
where I can go back anytime that I choose,
so if I should lose anything that I had,
there isn't a lot I can do
but stare at a moment that needs something more,
and sit all alone here, watching the door,
and try not to ask
what the night was for.
And I've spent weeks or months just staring at the same spot,
but don't say I'm the same, ‘cause you know that I'm not.
And all the while the clock is ticking over my head,
and I've got to slow down
but I'm burning up instead.
Build me a bridge out past the break,
so I can walk where the ocean is deep
give me the streets where my old lover walked
give me a face I could draw in my sleep.
Just let me sleep now, just like before,
just let me take my eyes off of this door
give me a moment
I'll be something more
and try not to ask
what the night was for.
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