MUSIC FOR SALE

It’s half past two and the record’s done
Ashtray’s full, but the pain’s not gone
You said love don’t come for free
Guess I paid in misery

Velvet dress and a glass of red
Can’t forget the words you said
Your ghost still hums that broken tune
Dancing under a velvet moon

Oh, the night’s too long, the city’s cruel
I play the fool, I play the fool
Every tear’s a line I drew
In the song I wrote for you

Lipstick stains on the telephone
Your name feels cold when I’m alone
The truth’s a drink I sip too soon
Another lie beneath the moon

Oh, the night’s too long, the city’s cruel
I play the fool, I play the fool
Every tear’s a line I drew
In the song I wrote for you

And I swear I’m done, I’ve had enough
But your memory calls my bluff
Every chord, every tune
Still bleeds your perfume

Under the velvet moon I stay
Loving you in my own cliché
I play the fool, I play the fool
Still chasing ghosts of you