When you're sad inside
Whipping up your lines about destroying
Like you could only care for
The bitter end of it again
Hold me at your side
Call me to deny that I had loved you
When I already can't even walk
Past twelfth to get up Granville
Even at the golden light of morning
Leading you away from all this strife
Having ordinary company
That always leaves you dry
Even at the cocaine continental
Laughing at the way you cut your lines
Having all of everybody's bag
And bucking up the time
When you've had enough
So you tossed it up like skeet and shot it
Just to mark up your week
With a little candy of blood-red
Even at the golden light of morning
Leading you away from all this strife
Having ordinary company
That always leaves you dry
Even at the cocaine continental
Laughing at the way you cut your lines
Having all of everybody's bag
And bucking up the time