after dark

she walks down the line

no sense of time

eternity

she talks of the years

blinded by tears

her majesty

fantasy

the mirror just confused her

she pleaded guilty to a charge of

perverse delight

trying to control the childhood dream that

haunts her through the night

is it the spoken truth or is it

the truth that is heard?

there's no one speaking

and no one's listening to words

on skid row after dark

skid row after dark

skid row after dark

she hides in the night

turns down her light

time to wait

she holds out her hand

dreams of her man

love or hate

it's all too late

already she was dying

she pleaded guilty to a charge of

perverse delight

trying to control the childhood dream that

haunts her through the night

is it the spoken truth or it

the truth that is heard?

there's no one speaking

and no one's listening to words

on skid row after dark

skid row after dark

skid row after dark

on skid row after dark

skid row after dark

skid row after dark

after dark

after dark

after dark