[Intro] [Verse 1] Silk on the vanity, heavy and cool to the skin. Watching the glass for the person I might have become. Slowly the secrets of wanting and seeking begin, [breathy, slight fry] Beating inside of my pulse like a quieted drum. [Pre-Chorus] Searching for him in the scent of the citrus and tea, Closing my eyes to the wall and the light from the hall. What is the woman I hide when the world cannot see? [gravelly, dirty] I am the hunter who waits for the curtain to fall. [Chorus] Lying alone on the linen as white as a bone, Fingers are tracing the map of a different land. Not a petition for mercy or grief for a throne, Only the heat of a memory kept in my hand. [short muted trumpet fill] [Instrumental break] [Verse 2] He is a stranger who stands by the edge of the bed, Not with a face but a shape that I made in the dark. All of the words that the poets have previously said Drown in the tension that flickers and waits for a spark. [Pre-Chorus] Under the weight of the blanket the muscles are tight, Learning the curves and the edges of physical law. This is the work of a person who welcomes the night, Finding the hunger within an original flaw. [Chorus] Apples are ripe on the table, the skin is so thin, Ready to crack from the pressure of teeth and of tongue. This is the cycle of losing where nobody wins, Old as the time and new as the songs to be sung. [Instrumental break] [Bridge] [Verse 3] I am not asking for pity or permanent stay, Only the rush of the blood as it climbs to the head. Taking the pleasure before it is stolen by day, Leaving the "holy" to sleep with the rest of the dead. [Chorus] Softly the air in the chamber is starting to stir, Bushing the lace on the pillow and pulling the thread. All of the lines of the body are beginning to blur, Feeding the thing that is better than being well-fed. [Instrumental break] [Outro] Morning will come with the rattle of cups in the sink, Back to the apron and back to the life on the street. I will have nothing but ink and a moment to think, Keeping the secret of why the surrender is sweet... [piano repeats intro motif, bass fades, silence]
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