A Cloud of Mystery

Calm those vowels down

No one's thinking of you right now.

She's dressed up

It's her duty to the town.

It's empty. It's vast.

But it imposes it's will.

In a crowded room

Her painted features smothered in the groom

Already resigned

At night she strips away the face

That she creates

The mirror sighs

Why can't we always meet

Under a cloud of mystery?

The noise from a hundred miles

Working through memories

Big budget, Showbiz exit

She'll go far.

Acting coy was her favourite ploy

It quickly loses its charm.

The frosted cheek

You turned, will add

To your mystique

He burns for you

I threw myself into your world

Only to come up short.

Why can't we always meet

Under a cloud of mystery?

The noise travelled a hundred miles

Working through memories

Kept for a Thursday afternoon

Before the time when you withdrew

Why can't we always meet

Under a cloud of mystery?

Bathroom lights start the evening

Where the buildings skim the air

Hairspray curls push the cheek

As they swoon on a wooden dance floor

There's nothing worse than taking a chance

On an outdated dance.

Why can't we always meet

Under a cloud of mystery?

The noise travelled a hundred miles

Cursing through memories

Kept for a Thursday afternoon

Before the time when you withdrew

Why can't we always meet

Under a cloud of mystery?