She dances in dim lamplight,
Hair a lovely wave
Smoke in the clubroom,
And thoughts evaporate in a soft and strung-out daze.
Did you turn to me?
They call you and spit your name
Think I’d provide any more than the same?
You take me from my last remaining days
Your perfume sparks my blood
Wonderful, so fragile, oh
The touch of your skin
With you and I, lady, there are no sins,
For you are the walking angel.
So Good Day Carmen
Graceful girl of the Calico skies
Whose eyes frame the desert twilight
Take my hand, sweet girl
I’ll be yours, if you’ll be mine
And we’ll hold eachother in these darkest of times
While the sun keeps refusing to shine
Fear not to sing
Carmen, my darling.