The unforgiving city
Orange swathed in mystique
The dead of night
The empty silhouettes
In the dark recesses of a former life
The smell of piss in a stairwell foretells
Heroin, death and crime
I wade through concrete structures
The utopia of some town planners mind

I remember why I came here
As I climb the stairs into a waking dream
Crimson walls are pulsing
In the half light
Sultry as the smell of steam
Velouria dance the danse macabre
In tattered fur and lipstick smeared
I fell back on a mattress
And I felt the touch of electricity

Reality folds back into illusion
All her stolen flowers start to die
The earth beneath my feet now as per usual
It's cold although the sun is in the sky
Oh who am I to fantasise