The game is up The music stopped Surprised and stunned I’m sure There’s no last chance No more romance Your plaything is no more I’d love to say It’s not this way
I look into the vortex and it's you. Surrounded by the madness of shattered homes and lives. Drawing me deep and down into the night. The end of everything but you.
Madame Maserati takes her usual seat by the river, at the foot of the red corporate canyon. She lights her usual cigarette, sends her usual text to her usual lover, draws a number of times