Memoir - Villagers

The city lights are beckoning

The sirens softly call

Of the fantasist and fetishists are preparing the ball

When you’ve been stuck here on the doorstep with nothing to forsake

Well you might as well be anyone’s to take

So I give myself to strangers like i gave myself to you

But the tenderness are felt has been replaced by something new

And in the orgy I can vaguely hear the outline of your call

Well I might as well be anyone’s at all

Every memory is sailing to the kingdom of your soul

As you patiently await and lose all sense of self control

You were the lighthouse to my broken boat

But I’ve left you behind

Now I might as well be anyone’s to find

Take my body take it from me

It is not worthy of your memory

Take my body take it from me

It is not worthy of your memory

I remember you undressing as I set myself on fire

And the funeral was quick as I lay lifeless on your pyre

Well it’s a kind of desperation

And it’s just something you can’t fake

Oh I might as well be anyone’s to take

So I give myself to strangers like I gave myself to you

But the unity I felt has been replaced by something new

Now I am Helen and I am Mary Jane

I am Robert and I am Paul

Oh I might as well be anyone at all

Yes I might as well be anyone at all

Oh I might as well be anyone at all

Oh I might as well be anyone at all

Anyone at all

Anyone at all

Anyone at all