Hope Is A Warm Blanket
He's standing in front of her door,
He climbed the stairs to the sixth ?oor...
The staircase is dark and cold,
The air is stale, the silence old.
Burned ends of smoky cigarettes
Give him a mocking smile:
"Give up", they say. "There is no way
You can go there tonight.
She's doesn't need a sermon.
And God is miles away.
She's got a bad hangover,
She doesn't want to pray."