Memories of a young femme fatale


You go left I go right
We just keep on moving into the night
You say your right you say I’m wrong
You need to listen to my song

You go up I go down
Your the pretty princess I’m the sad faced clown
You took the love gave me the pain
Its happened before and it will happen again

The sound of your steps on the stairs is something that can bring despair
The moment in time when your heart is defined by the number of tears we’ve shared
Your family they came from the east whilst mine were full of defeat
They were scattered around in far away towns Never speaking they were in retreat
And the books that you wanted to read
Were paralysed laid on the shelves
Laying alone in a jacket of dust
Waiting for eyes to devour and lust

Into the garden we’ll go with all our seedlings to sow
We need better trees so I offer you these
You can plant them in truth for the girls still in youth
She’s got dirt on her hands theres always dirt on her plans

Now each man fears the harm of the outstretched arms
When the rules are contrived and we all see the lies
She’s still persistant resistant but ultimately magnificent
She has undone her dress waiting for your caress

Your hands run over her skin you finish before she begins
The excuses wear thin while she’s left craving more sin