Reaperbahn

Steve Smyth

Kickin a stone, kickin a stone
Six feet closer to you
Tattoo pain, tattoo stained
To show you are under my skin

How the morning sun goes down golden to pink
I drink to the missing of your lips

Silent cigarettes, silent cigarrette
Sickeningly broke
River currents, river tide
Your words swirl in my echo mind

How the anchor hits the waves to hold rest
Your memory harbouring my vessel heart

The workin ladies whisper your name
A wind colder, closer to the bone
Another stumble home drunk
Another piece of the puzzle lost
You'll find me down, on ol' Reaperbahn

Plastic rose, lantern glow
Your photo never fades
Jukebox cries, back street fights
Imaginary spirit dancing

The smoke form the bar mix with the fog horn call
But I don't want to hear my tale in warning

The workin ladies whisper your name
A wind colder, closer to the bone
Another stumble home drunk
Another piece of the puzzle lost
You'll find me down, on ol' Reaperbahn

How many years, years gone by
To lay down by your side...

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