Letra de Lucifer On The Sofa
Cashed out in the front room Ashes stain his lips Lucifer on the sofa Staring at youYou've been counting weekends Never getting dressed Speaking in the third person And trying to forgetWhat am I gonna do With your last cigarettes? All your old records All your old cassettes?You hit the corner market Feel the winter sky Looking through the windows As you're passing byMmm-mmm, I'm chasing every thought And I'm walking over water Thinkin' 'bout what I've lost (thinkin' what you got)What am I gonna do with With your last cigarettes? All your old letters Everybody knowsThat I'm stuck with all your pictures A box of cigarettes All your old records All your old cassettesNow you're cruising up Lavaca Against the traffic lights Gonna walk all evening, yeah There's no one out tonightNow you're thinking 'bout Dale Watson Thinking 'bout turquoise All along West Avenue While those black birds make their noiseTell me the truth later And just lie tonight For now, I need peace And nothing feels rightAnd I'm stuck with all your pictures A box of cigarettes All your old records Yes, and all your old cassettes