One by one the guests arrive. The guests are coming through. The open-hearted many. The broken-hearted few. And no one knows where the night is going. And no one knows why the wine is flowing. Oh love
I remember you well in the Chelsea Hotel,. You were talking so brave and so sweet,. Giving me head on the unmade bed,. While the limousines wait in the street. Those were the reasons and that was New
Now why do you stand by the window. Abandoned to beauty and pride. The thorn of the night in your bosom. The spear of the age in your side? Lost in the rages of fragrance. Lost in the rags of remo