In a crushed velvet suit
Met me on the street
We met in cool pursuit
I saw his face in a crowd
A month later
I knew it was his
I knew it was anyone's
I knew he was my favorite.
So from across a city street
The black winged angel stared
Into his own fate
Into his own glare
Of the demons and the lawyers
Whatever toils within
Which keeps us apart
That keeps us in sin
So run run run
Dash across the road
You caught me speeding off in my car
To where, you'll never know.
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