Акустика пустых улиц (Acoustics of Empty Streets)

Neon puddles Catching the red From the vacancy sign just above my head. A crumpled fedora, a pocket of dimes. I'm always a witness to other men's crimes. Just walking the line in the cold midnight Chill. A siren is wailing Three blocks to the east. The city's a beautiful, Ravenous beast. I'm tracking a ghost in a pair of high Heels while trying to swallow how emptiness feels. Just Paying the tab For a bitter old thrill. She said she'd be waiting At quarter to two In a dress that was painted a dangerous blue. But the clock on the corner Is pointing at three, And the only one standing on this corner is Me. So I kick at the water And shatter the light, Surrendering into the arms of the night. The clues are all cold and the whiskey is Gone. I'll keep on walking till the break of The dawn. Just a shadow Dissolving in neon and rain. Just a shadow. Nothing but Rain.