A Cloud Of Mystery

Calm those vowels down

No one's thinking of you right now

She's dressed up It's her duty to the town

It's empty

It's vast

But it imposes it's will

In a crowded room

Her painted features smothered in the gloom

Already resigned

At night she scrapes

Away the face that she creates

The mirror sighs

Why can't we always meet

Under a cloud of mystery

The noise from a hundred mouths

Working through memory

Big budget Showbiz exit

She'll go far

Acting coy was her favourite ploy

It quickly loses its charm

The frosted cheek you turned

Will add to your mystique

He burns for you

I threw myself into your world

Only to come up short

Why can't we always meet

Under a cloud of mystery

The noise from a hundred mouths

Working through memory

King for a Thursday afternoon

Before the time when you withdrew

Why can't we always meet

Under a cloud of mystery

Bathroom lights stud the evening

Where the buildings skim the air

Hairsprayed curls push the cheek

As they swoon on a wooden dance floor

There's nothing worse than taking a chance

On an outdated dance

Why can't we always meet

Under a cloud of mystery

The noise from a hundred mouths

Cursing through memory

King for a Thursday afternoon

Before the time when you withdrew

Why can't we always meet

Under a cloud of mystery