Bungalow

String my silhouette Traces of cologne and smoke The moon is realizing everything that you had hold In your bungalow, all the lines are crisp and clean But you can't forget what you saw when you were just 16 Hanger's in an empty closet A hat perched on a chair You remember that one moment You were left just standing there A dark stain spreading on the carpet This can't be happening Electric shock's awaken all the places you have ever been Night winds providing the background The music that you need Caressing and manipulating the pawns which lie in the street You won't return to this place You'll leave things as they are A single match is all that you need to erase this nasty scar