歌词
Picture me a magazine
Empty the night
No there isn't much redeeming
About this dawn and breaking light
Curtains I could have it all
The window the view
The second story fall
Creased and doubled up
Hung out on the tracks
She said a diamond wouldn't hurt
And that I should have rolled the die
Curtains on a quiet shy
Curtains can quick see
What is see bold hide