doscientos sesenta

You heard the crickets of the early eve, they lurk around the opening in two's and three's. Clementine told you not to move with the breeze. I'll take you down to places where we dare not speak. The red light in the doorway says she's armed; but boy go try your luck and you might get pass. Step into the dwelling of the liger's mouth; peer into the panic for a kick and swell. You know you shouldn't be there, but it's way past bed; there's comfort in the fingers of your good intent. You know you shouldn't be there, but your money's all spent, you've got your reputation and your good intent.Out to feed that habit when you've sowed that seed, nothing made you feel out of the ordinary. But the air turns sombre, and the night took heed; took you on a waltz of hypocrisy. She broke your bones, now you're lying in the dirt. The shadow of a hunter under your torture. It's not enough to say, it's not what's in your heart; you've tainted every moment till death do we part. I know you didn't mean it, boy you meant so well, the pennies are cascading down your wishing well. I know you didn't mean it when you counted to ten, you're slipping through the fingers of your good intent. Such a good intent.

It's not enough to hope for the best; it's not enough to lie there on a breast. The liger's on the prowl now you've pulled its strings. One false move and soon you're playing dice for a...