Testo After Dark

She walks down the line, no sense of timeeternity...she talks of the years, blinded by tearsher magesty...fantasy, the mirror that's confused herShe pleaded guilty to a charge of perverse delighttrying to control the childhood dream thathaunts her through the nightis it the spoken truth or it the truth that is heard?there's no one speaking and no one's listening to wordsOn skid row after darkOn skid row after darkOn skid row after darkShe hides in the night, turns down her lighttime to wait...she holds out her hand, dreams of her manlove or hate --- is all too latealready she was dyingShe pleaded guilty to a charge of perverse delighttrying to control the childhood dream thathaunts her through the nightis it the spoken truth or it the truth that is heard?there's no one speaking and no one's listening to wordsOn skid row after darkOn skid row after darkOn skid row after dark