Buzzing drinks, this purple sky
shrink around the orange street lights.
You told me once, it might be nice
to know what the look
of a winning hand looked like.
Cliched sighs were my reply.
Kept me from at least two lies.
Lines of Alaise, I'm swinging blind.
I'll play your best cue as it lies.
Sing something sweet to me
Raise your brown eyes to meet our city.
My blue ones always sink;
when the chorus kicks in
you look so pretty.
I know you're not right for me.
And, baby, I'm no good for anybody.
But at least we share some needs
and the midnight view from the bridge on Orange Steet.
Stumbling steps and shaky laughs
and creasing lines in clasping hands.
I told you once I'd take a chance
to see the sly curve
of your wine-soaked shy glance
Buzzing signs, citrus street lights
Let's fall in love with urban blight.
Our voices loud, we're walking blind.
So here's my best play, one last time.
Sing something sweet to me.
Close my blue eyes--I love this city.
Your brown eyes sing to me.
We're the chorus now, babe--
you're bright, but I'm witty.
Know it's been a ******* week.
And I know I'm no good for anybody.
But let's still our shaking knees
and kiss a new year on the bridge on Orange Street.
Apr 23, 2018
Apr 23, 2018 at 9:53 AM UTC
Buzzing drinks, this purple sky
shrink around the orange street lights.
You told me once, it might be nice
to know what the look
of a winning hand looked like.
Cliched sighs were my reply.
Kept me from at least two lies.
Lines of Alaise, I'm swinging blind.
I'll play your best cue as it lies.
Sing something sweet to me
Raise your brown eyes to meet our city.
My blue ones always sink;
when the chorus kicks in
you look so pretty.
I know you're not right for me.
And, baby, I'm no good for anybody.
But at least we share some needs
and the midnight view from the bridge on Orange Steet.
Stumbling steps and shaky laughs
and creasing lines in clasping hands.
I told you once I'd take a chance
to see the sly curve
of your wine-soaked shy glance
Buzzing signs, citrus street lights
Let's fall in love with urban blight.
Our voices loud, we're walking blind.
So here's my best play, one last time.
Sing something sweet to me.
Close my blue eyes--I love this city.
Your brown eyes sing to me.
We're the chorus now, babe--
you're bright, but I'm witty.
Know it's been a ******* week.
And I know I'm no good for anybody.
But let's still our shaking knees
and kiss a new year on the bridge on Orange Street.
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