Streamlines silhouette, traces of cologne and smoke
The moon is realising everything that you had hold
In your bungalow all the lines are crisp and clean
But you can't forget what you saw when you were just sixteen
Hangers in an empty closet, a hat perched on a chair
You remember that one moment you were left just standing there
A dark stain spreading on the carpet, this can't be happening
Electric shocks awaken all the places you have ever been
Night winds provide the background, the music that you need
Caressing and manipulating the palms which line the street
You won't return to this place, you'll leave things as they are
A single match is all that you need to erase this nasty scar
