He smokes and he smolders She smolder and smokes While they dance amok With thin hearts A light bulb flickers With a worn out fuse But it reminds them Of flash buss they Used to use Recalling months spent On italian shores Showing all the rich men What life is for... She finds faint rouge swears And the smell of crushed pedals He has the night stand As he back pedals Nothing is the same And time wont’t relent All the gold of Midas Won’t buy back the time We spent Now she dances slow W/ ghosts and names Now she dances slow Her heart knows no shame