Us

we opened the night through a starry canvas that covered my thoughts I'd began to wonder the meaning of loneliness never had I foreseen such graveness beneath my silk nylons and lace garter belt thee infamous portrait standing before me was indeed us a picture of sullen duets valued between funfsik fir deutsche marks and dwa zolty my mind a quiet loft my memory sorted as I embrace why I'd rather welcome jaded thoughts mingled with traces of naught oh how you controlled even that pure stillness I'd portrayed.