Ribbons of blackblue and cerulean lead me
Down the Valley of the Dolls
In old derelict apartments we blow smoke and fog windows
Talking about the past and the future
I see myself in you, eyes black as unforgiving stones
Walking past neon signs and the dazzling moonlight
Pours like milk from my eyes
Pours like words onto the immortal canvas
And we look at each other like we\'re each other\'s muse
And everything feels right.