He smokes and he smolders

She smolder and smokes

While they dance amok

With thin hearts

A light bulb flickers

With a worn out fuse

But it reminds them

Of flash buss they

Used to use

Recalling months spent

On italian shores

Showing all the rich men

What life is for... 

She finds faint rouge swears

And the smell of crushed pedals

He has the night stand

As he back pedals

Nothing is the same

And time wont't relent

All the gold of Midas

Won't buy back the time

We spent

Now she dances slow

W/ ghosts and names

Now she dances slow

Her heart knows no shame