A Light Travels Down the Catwalk

Strike an empty pose

A pose is always empty

The girl sure loves her roses

The camera lens closes

On bullshit for the night

It's grief, it's suffering

A thorn in my side told me, "Hold, please"

A thorn in my side told me we'll see

A light travel down the catwalk

Let down your curls

Your guests will soon be arriving

On the boulevard of sinners

It's later than you think

On the boulevard of sinners, it's sunset...

Strike an empty pose

A pose ain't always empty

The boy sure knows his roses

The camera lens closes

On bullshit for the night

Money comes, money goes

A girl down on Easy Street gathers up her clothes

In Berlin it's sunny; Barcelona, it snows

A light travels down the catwalk

A light travels down the catwalk

A light travels down the catwalk

A light travels down the catwalk

Strike an empty pose