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Ballad for a Derelict Soul

Ballad for a Derelict Soul

I play dangerous games with the dark

Like never knowing the difference

Between the flicker of starlight and a thousand-mile string

Of cheap motel signs

Where you pull off out of a mule-kicked life

And end up dancing alone in a room reeking of bleach

With the afterimage of the girl working that liquor store

You stopped in so many miles and hours back

Who barely noticed you standing in front of her

Until you cleared your throat and pushed

That bottle and cigarettes across the counter

Maybe that drunk waltzing with the furniture

Is going to confess a multitude of sins

He has yet to commit

Maybe that girl back up the road reminded you of someone else

Because she was nothing like someone else

Maybe love is like setting your house on fire

And whatever language the night speaks

Is that torch song her breasts sing to your mouth

How did she know all that whispering in the dark

Was only to make her lean in close as opium

Say her whispers made the formless dark shiver

Like the obscenity fireflies make of summer nights

Say there was some quiet boy who fell in love

With the same girl in school every day

Because she wore a dress made of rain

Say these bright animals we have yet to become

Are going to lead us home

Light as air and soft as fire

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