New Jack Swing

I taste iron in the atmosphere I see the wicks must all be trimmed I feel the nail in the floor on my foot again I walk up those narrow stairs Into your arms and you fall to your knees And you hold my waist And you voice goes soft and your breath gets faint There is a cut up girl in the windowpane And she’s watching everything you say She tells me things When i’m far away Reporting live from the Ukraine All night All day All mine Always Every night she sees you sleeping And she hears me when I’m coming Stains in the glass save me now Cut me away from this world Made of hard stone Waiting waiting Now it’s aiming Pretty as a picture Painting walls without brush Into me you die I taste iron in the atmosphere Warpaint smeared across my face Too much Too much to say Warpaint in the sacred place Stains in the glass save me now Cut me away from this world about