Picture me a magazine
Empty the night
No there isn't much redeeming
About this dawn and breaking light
Curtains, I could have it all
The window, the view, the second story fall
Creased and doubled up
Hung out on the tracks
She said a diamond wouldn't hurt
And that I should have rolled the die
Curtains, on a quiet ?
Curtains can quick see what they're trying to hid