Ava

I saw the knife, now I'm leaning forwards Straight city light cut me down to size Now the bums are dreaming about their Tall Boys And I can't even open my eye Tell me, Ava, are you trying to get high? I hope the floor holds this time Look at you trying to dance You're a silent romancer making your time [?] And the sidewalk bleeds to make your time So where's your mother, where's your father [?] I said, Ava are you trying to get high? I hope the floor holds this time Try to dance in our subtle romance tonight[?] While you're making your time While you're making your time While you're making your time