Tattered Lace Tango

Menthol smoke soaked straight in the blinds,
Coffee gone cold, the grounds taste so bitter.
You play the old tricks of similar kinds,
While dusty vinyl just pops with a titter.
Silk on my chest tore right at the seam,
Just like the silence inside this hot room.
I ain't crying, I still got my dream,
Though I’m left taking the blame for the doom.


Red lipstick mark left wet on the glass,
You step once again right over the line...

Припев
It’s the tango of torn lace tonight,
A walking bass and a rasping moan.
I don't need you, I know I am right,
Yet it binds harder than steel or stone.
Every step caught in loops of thread,
One-two-three, step back into the dark.
You’re my favorite enemy instead,
Why do I keep chasing your spark?..


Gin and tonic spills over the rim,
You strike a match for somebody new.
I forgave every foolish whim,
Now all I offer is silence to you.
Ribbons crawl down around my knees,
Curtains throw shadows crooked and long.
We lost the game to our own disease,
Throwing the last wild dice of our song.

Припев
It’s the tango of torn lace tonight,
A walking bass and a rasping moan.
I don't need you, I know I am right,
Yet it binds harder than steel or stone.
Every step caught in loops of thread,
One-two-three, step back into the dark.
You’re my favorite enemy instead,
Why do I keep chasing your spark?..


Rip off that very last dangling thread,
Tear away all of this lace to the bone!
You thought I’d lend you more credit instead?
I’m walking out of this class on my own.
No more cheap vows, no guilty regret,
No messy tears on a wrinkled bed sheet...
We’re just two burns that the cold wind met,
Scattered away in the March month sleet.


Red lipstick mark left wet on the glass,
You step once again right over the line...

Припев
It’s the tango of torn lace tonight,
A walking bass and a rasping moan.
I don't need you, I know I am right,
Yet it binds harder than steel or stone.
Every step caught in loops of thread,
One-two-three, step back into the dark.
You’re my favorite enemy instead,
Why do I keep chasing your spark?..


Mm, yeah, goodbye baby...
Tango... of torn... lace...