Broken belches of sorry feelings
crimson memories, offhand guesses
I would hate to lose you
I thought I was there with you
Perhaps I'm the only one to be blamed
but one day you'll turn back and see...
...Life is a lost note of Miles
pumping through the gaslit alleys
where the dawn leaves dim memories of a dark night
sordid, turbulent, pale, orgiastic
where methodical faces move to and fro
we are another two lost souls
swimmin' in the middle of nowhere
If I knew the way I'd take you home.