A constant parade of names come into your head when you’re not sleeping well. Someone told me these things happen for a thousand reasons. But we say “a thousand reasons” to make it easier to accept that we don’t know anything about anything. We don't know the reasons. We don’t know why we crossed that bridge. We don’t know the other side. But if you want to know, really know a reason, know it’s you, it’s me. It’s them, it’s us. It’s black, it’s white. It’s good, it’s bad. It’s back and forth all the time. It's an endless day. Oh, it's an endless night. Something in me wants to rend your mythology. Something in me wants to tear you apart.
We are the queens of the hills. We are lonely inhabitants. There’re no limits to this world. Is your mind running? Are you only fooling around? There’re no limits to this world. I wrote a song about song about you. Let me sing it to you: “I heard it first on the radio: ‘Why do you treat me so hard? I'm all right, I feel alright I'm all right, but what I can't see Are these hands touching your face’ I listened to dignity fade As the lyrics stripped it down: ‘This love is not a tombstone This love is not a way home This love throws like tornados Still half the world sleeps alone’”
I smile when I’m alone. I close my eyes and I’m not there. Lipstick stains on my sunken cheeks. Rosewater lingers in the air. Come on over my way, honey. Let me kiss your lips again. Let me sweep you up to the moonlit sky. ‘Cause tonight, tonight, tonight, there’s a good feelin’ on my mind. Yeah, tonight, tonight, tonight, I got a good feelin’ on my mind.