Patch William
Secret Place
She has that tired look on her faceLike she's been up all night staring at the seaShe has a birth mark in a secret placeShe shows it all to meI met her poor father on a train to Oxford TownHe didn't have too much to sayYeah I met him in a rattling carriageHe just smiled and looked awayShe has a silver cigarette caseShe uses it for a mirrorWhen she's all curled up in her window placeThe moon is lit and her mind is clearAnd the low light makes the dust stand stillAnd haze around her headAnd she leans lightly against the glassAnd whispers her words so they can never be readShe says nothing will lastMoney can't afford her, it swears inside her purseAnd people can't believe her, but you know she's not the firstAnd nothing runs deeperThan the river of make-up tearsLetras de cancionesThat she almost criedWhen she heard I had died.There's no shame in loveBut you're so damn tough.On her bed she once liedShe keeps red pens by her bedsideShe drew a line across her chestAnd another from her neck down to her legsShe made a cross so Jesus would know where he should rest.
From Letras Mania