S.L.C.

[atonement]

a dance, real slow
you wreck it down
then you walk away
and you turn around
what did that old blond gal say?
that is the part you throw away

i want that begger hands
a winners horse
a tiny mexican divorce
saint mary's prayers
houdini's hands
and a barman who always understands

when you lose the flowers hold onto the vase
will you wipe all those teardrops away from the face
i cant help thinking as i close the door
i have done all this many times before

but the bone must go, the wish can stay
the kiss dont hurt, the lips will say
forget ive hurt you, put stones in our bed
and remember to never mind instead

well all of your letters burned up in the fire
time is just a memory mixed with desire
thats not the road this is only the map
gone just like matches from a closed down caberet

in a portugese saloon
the fly is circling around the room
youll soon forget the tune that you play
cause that is the part you throw away
oh, that is the part
you throw away