Letras
They met at a party
Between the rustling of coats
In a subterranean bar in the east village ghost
Where everyone had a novel and the bathroom had two people
And the sound of the keys echoing off the tile
She drank red wine
But she never once paid
A master of economies beyond what men made
She saw layers and behaviors
Had a nose for the eternal
Put herself in the void
Let the map form around her
He drank vodka
In a loose aspiration towards purity
Running lonely miles round the park
And then smoking spirits to ashes on the walk up Flatbush
Sweat freezing on his lashes in the too early darkness
What men fear the most is the end of rules
And anyone who knows can rule em
All power must remain hidden
Or it can be undone
Like a single knot
Holding up a black dress
Nothing was said but everything changed
On armchairs at the editor's place
His library towering above them
She smoked out the window
Her legs over the arm
The air blurred like a love song on a warped 45
When Cal stood to go she said she was going too
A bead flew from the rosary and everyone knew
The men made a bunch of noise before they did what she said
They couldn't stand to see the death threat
Spelled out in sex they had to shake hands
And she watched them
What men fear the most is the end of rules
And anyone who knows can rule em
All power must remain hidden
Or it can be undone
Like a single knot
Holding up a black dress
The editor finishes his 12 year scotch
Slowly under the wall of books
He is untouched by jealousy
The coke builds houses around him
The coke builds houses around him
He is smiling in the barricaded fortress of his life
He is smiling in the barricaded fortress of his life