silk drunk old dreams
drape half the land we shadow
sinking to extremes

with heads hung low
the soundtrack some old Motown
neither of us knows

dark clouds dance
like thieves in the sky
voices creep
up the stairs and
two sad souls
are waving bye bye

what once was hot
is gone i could be wrong now
but i'm probably not

there's no last chance
because we're victims of ourselves much
more than circumstance

dark clouds dance
like thieves in the sky
voices creep
up the stairs
and two sad souls
are waving bye bye

do i now spy with my left eye
junior judas midas brutus
i don't know i cannot tell by your reaction

consumed in six rooms of gloom
junior judas midas brutus
i don't know i cannot tell by your reaction

with heads hung low
the soundtrack some old Motown
neither of us knows