Lorraine

I was underneath the staircase I was talking with my angel He said that beauty is only terror You know, when terror is just beginning I thought I heard some footsteps Lorraine, she was coming But she's been feelin' real sick lately She been kickin' down her habit So I went around to see her I had the angel in my pocket She had jewels between her fingers And there was blood across Lou's carpet But I know that she's feelin' better . . . I saw her walking to the Market She went down The sharp black hole She wants to die just to save her soul . . . But she wants to live She wants to start her band She swears the stage is God's left hand So I'm sitting in the cellar Beneath my dark apartment