clock strikes nine
thoughts set in
bad and go, this and to
lights go dim
looking up, tall and grim
stroke your brain
your phantom limb couldn’t sustain
cut your vain
your champagne, your limelight name
all rather handsome
but i’ve already been held for ransom
and i can’t fathom a life without passion
come back from your mansion when the absence kills
and you can answer my question, “have you finally found it?”