Track 3 of _Clutching At Straws_



At that time of the night when streetlights throw crosses through

window frames, paranoia roams where the shadows reign

At that time of the night

At that time of the night your senses tangled in some new perfume

criticism triggers of a loaded room At that time of the night



So if you ask me how do I fell inside I could honestly

tell you we've been taken on a very long ride

And if my owners let me have some free time some day

With all good intention I would probably run away

clutching the short straw



At that time of the night when questions rally in an open mind

summon all your answers with an ice cubes chime

at that time of the night, at that time of the night

pretend you're off the hook with the telephone

your confidence wounded in a free fire zone, at that time

of the night



So if you ask me where do I go from here, my next destination

isn't even that clear. So if you join me and get

on your kness and prey, I'll show you salvation

we'll take the alternative way clutching the short straw



If I had enough money I'd buy a round for that boy over-there

a companion in my madness in the mirror the one with

the silvery hair. If some kind soul could please pick

up my tab and while they're at it if they could

pick up my broken heart.



Warm Wet Circles



(Mayflower Hotel NYC, Wheatsheaf- Haywards Heath) [FISH and DEREK WILLIAM DICK