Again I’ve been dreamin’; the one
That always has me feelin’ like screamin’:
Wakin’ up in a place I know but don’t remember, last
Night’s warmth, passion an’ promise already coolin’ fast.
When the friends that I wanted were out
And the ones that I met were not.
Drifted to the palace game, realising I
Knew neither the names nor the rules. Later
At the accident club the edges were dull, the
Twice-warm’d wine and cheap skin-sin far too pale,