paroles de chanson Saint Monica - Undone - The Ballroom Thieves

She stood like a wolf in the doorway
The others laid bare on the ground
Now she makes her bed out in Brooklyn instead
And I sleep with the goddamn hounds

Her voice for a moment of lenience
And her words for the coin in your jar
And while she pays her dues as another man's muse
I still can't tell my head from my heart

I cannot know all that I am
Lest I forget I'm a decent man

Now she drinks and I smoke as we please to
While the other men fall to their knees
And a trifling part in the back of my heart
Says if ever that coward is me

Maybe if I begged some old saint for her patience
And then sold it to pay for her time
'Til I wake up one day and to all my dismay
That old face in the coffin is mine

I cannot know all that I am
Lest I forget I'm a decent
Oh, I'm a decent man