Smoke and Sapphire

The streetlights bleed through the window pane

Washing the floor in a shadow dance

Another glass to forget your name

Lost in the dark of a fleeting glance

A telephone rings in an empty hall

The dial spins but there's no

reply

Just the slow creep of the rising wall

And the cold truth

of a quiet lie

Oh,

this city is a velvet trap

Spinning webs of silver and

thread

We fall

right into the open gap

Where the living envy the

dead

The clock ticks backward in the dark

Leaving nothing

but the spark

In the dark... (ahhhh)

We fade away...