Album THE TORTURED POETS DEPARTMENT

Who's gonna stop us from waltzing back into rekindled flames If we know the steps anyway? We embroidered the memories of the time I was away Stitching, "We were just kids, babe"...

Drowning in the Blue Nile He sent me "Downtown Lights" I hadn't heard it in a while My boredom's bone-deep This cage was once just fine Am I allowed to cry? I dream of cracking locks...

I can read your mind "She's having the time of her life" There in her glittering prime The lights refract sequin stars Off her silhouette every night I can show you lies...