Better

Lost her raising

On a whim

Going home

Symphony

Plays the same old song

Amplifiers

Ringing in her head

Time for bed

Go to bed

It's better that you're gone

It's better that you're gone

Mystery keeps the lady

In the gloom

Freedom keeps her crazy

As a loon

She's starving but

She don't need to dine

Anyplace

Anytime

It's better that you're gone

It's better that you're gone

In the evening

Sun is sleeping

Fading youth

Desolation

Secret avenue

She's God-forsaken although night-time finds

The quiet fight

In the night