Cowboy Nights

(альбом: Trop D'amour - 2022)

Is this a reflection of my vanity?
Or a soft rejection of everything "me"?
I can't deny, oh our cowboy nights weren't right, but I am here for the ride
Can you deny what I'm saying now? I might if our friends read between the lines

Secrets cry out
Severance dance now
Until you wake up on my floor, crashed out
And whom admits we're something more is cast out

In luxury's hours, with looks libertine
I couldn't give you what you couldn't give me
And so it shone in between us like bright designer knives for Rose Alley fights
How can you traipse peaceful even though I carry mine?

Secrets cry out
Severance dance now
Until you wake up on my floor, crashed out
And whom admits we're something more is cast out

Or is it nothing more than that I'm a bore
In denying faith, not Christian Dior
Yet you took my knife like that cowboy bed
So I might, fall on yours

Secrets cry out
Severance dance now
Until you wake me at my door, cashed out
And whom admits we're something more is cast out