Blind Curve

You’re free?! Why? What’s wrong with you?

Last night you said I was cold, untouchable
A lonely piece of action from another town
I just want to be free, I’m happy to be lonely
Can’t you stay away?
Just leave me alone with my thoughts
Just a runaway, just a runaway, I’m saving myself

Strung out below a necklace of carnival lights
Cold moan, held on the crest of the night
I’m too tired to fight

So now we’re passing strangers, at single tables
Still trying to get over, still trying to write love songs for passing strangers
All those passing strangers

And the twinkling lies, all those twinkling lies
Sparkle with the wet ink on the paper