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Evening Star

 

Evening Star

(альбом: Destroyer Of The Void - 2010)


You're a broken-hearted party girl
Your skirt's on fire, your hair's uncurled
Your dancing days are at an end
Yeah, you got no one to call your friend

All you got left is a silhouette
An empty bed, and a cheap Corvette
You're a long way from your sweet sixteen
You need some stone-washed jeans and a time machine

To take you back to that railroad track
Where you first took flight in the morning light
So take me back to that first romance
Where you made your stand you were hand-in-hand
With the black-eyed angel of the evening star

When you came to the city in your cheap perfume
And you ran through the room but you grew up soon
Always dressed like a killer in the afternoon
Sipping warm champagne from a silver spoon

In the night you would travel in your lover's car
With your jewels so bright, like a shooting star
But your nightmares must have caught up with you
And all the pills and the prophets couldn't get you through

To take you back to that railroad track
Where you first took flight in the morning light
So take me back to that first romance
Where you made your stand you were hand-in-hand
With the black-eyed angel of the evening star

(So take me back)

You were found on the ground in a lonely town
At the end of the world, in a dressing gown
Your hair was on fire, your shoes were misplaced
On your face was a trace of a distant place

It's a long way home back to Wichita
Where they put you back together, fill your head with straw
Now all you got left is a silhouette
And a cheap Corvette, but, girl, you ain't dead yet

So take me back to that railroad track
Where you first took flight in the morning light
So take me back to that first romance
Where you made your stand you were hand-in-hand
With the black-eyed angel of the evening star
With the black-eyed angel of the evening star
With the black-eyed angel of the evening star

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