Blood on Bourbon (Кровь на бурбоне)

Fog hangs low on dolphin. Gas lamps lean. They watch you breathe. Old bricks sweatin’ stories. You feel eyes in the live Oak leaves. A laugh in an empty alley. Perfume in the midnight heat. Your name in a stranger’s accent, Though no one’s on the street. There’s blood on Bourbon Street. Oh, yeah. There’s secrets in the cobblestones. Every shadow’s got a heartbeat. Every sinner’s never quite alone. New Orleans keeps her mysteries Locked in teeth and velvet sleeves. There’s blood on Bourbon Street, And it never lets you leave. Red doors, candlelit windows, cards turned slow by Weathered hands. She smiles, says, "Baby, I know you," Draws your future in the glass and sand. You blink, and the room grows colder. Her eyes go older than the war. She toasts to the ones still thirsty, For the ones that walk no more. There’s blood on Bourbon Street. Hey, hey. There’s secrets in the cobblestones. Every shadow’s got a heartbeat. Every sinner’s never quite alone. New Orleans keeps her mysteries locked in Teeth and velvet sleeves. There’s blood on Bourbon Street, And it never lets you leave. Do you hear that hymn in the alley? Choir made of names you don’t recall. Do you feel that kiss on your collar? Nobody there at all. Moonlight stains your white shirt crimson, Though nothing touched your skin. You swear you’re just imagining, Then someone bites down on your sin. There’s blood on Bourbon Street. Whoa. And secrets in the cobblestones. Every shadow’s got a heartbeat. Every sinner’s never quite alone. New Orleans counts her rosaries, Smoke and teeth in velvet sleeves. There’s blood on Bourbon Street, And you’re part of what she weaves.