Текст песни
Every sinner's never quite alone.
New Orleans keeps the mysteries,
Locked in teeth and velvet sleeves.
There's blood on Bourbon Street,
And it never lets you leave.
Red doors candlelit,
Windows cards turn slow by weathered hands.
She smiles, says, "Baby,
I know you," draws your future in the glass and sand.
You blink, and the room grows colder,
Her eyes go older than the war.
She toasts to the ones still thirsty,
For the ones that walk no more.
New Orleans keeps the mysteries,
Locked in teeth and velvet sleeves.
There's blood on Bourbon Street,
And it never lets you leave.
Red doors candlelit,
Windows cards turn slow by weathered hands.
She smiles, says, "Baby,
I know you," draws your future in the glass and sand.
You blink, and the room grows colder,
Her eyes go older than the war.
She toasts to the ones still thirsty,
For the ones that walk no more.