From the bar to the bedroom i'm swimming in the neon
lighted pictures of a redhead, plasticoated hot on
and sometimes when that mirror shows
the smile of disbelief
stained signature of nightmares
they're stolen by the thief
I'm back on the borderline
yes i'm back on the borderline
By the end make a bet and only place is laminex
laugh a lot cry a lot salt and pepper supper sex
and sometimes when that magic of the moment
fails the test
in retrospect that diamond day
did not make second best
and sometimes when a thousand voices
tell you that you're wrong
a saint in any form
becomes a sinner all along
(james/garrett/hirst)