A Light Travels Down the Catwalk

Strike an empty pose A pose is always empty The girl sure loves her roses The camera lens closes On bullshit for the night It's grief, it's suffering A thorn in my side told me, "Hold, please" A thorn in my side tells me we'll see A light travel down the catwalk Let down your curls Your guests will soon be arriving On the boulevard of sinners, it's later than you think On the boulevard of sinners, it's sunset... Strike an empty pose A pose is always empty The boy sure knows his roses The camera lens closes On bullshit for the night Money comes, money goes A girl down on Easy Street gathers up her clothes In Berlin it's sunny; Barcelona, it snows A light travels down the catwalk A light travels down the catwalk A light travels down the catwalk A light travels down the catwalk A light travels down the catwalk Strike an empty pose