Halos - Remo Drive

Perhaps one’s indulgence strips their clothes away

Lays them in a bed and keeps their pain at bay

Wakes them up each morning to a smiling face

Before they see its forked tongue flick between its fangs

And I think you could be another Vegas star

Cocaine in a limo near New York, New York

To wake up with no sense of who or where you are

Glitter in the drain every morning wash

Next thing you know;

you’re lost on a road that you do know

The rings around the streetlights shine like halos

And if they’re watching, the angels are certainly gawking

Mouths agape at the extent you choose to test their patience

No one means can hold you in for long enough

It’s not particular the way you seek that rush

The destination is not the fuel to the search

Or else the regular visits would lift the curse

Next thing you know;

you’re lost on a road that you do know

The rings around the streetlights shine like halos

And if they’re watching, the angels are certainly gawking

Mouths agape at the extent you choose to test their patience

And seldom, when I hear you singing the night’s songs

Do I feel a thing in my heart but sometimes I’ll tap in time

And often when the days are getting dark in the spaces I’ve been living

I’ll reach out my fingers to your side

And seldom, when I hear you singing that night song

Do I feel a thing in my heart but sometimes I’ll tap in time