#44: Love Song

At some point this song turned into a love song about a Chinese prostitute working out of a store on Bloor Street. The entire thing is imaginary but I guess technically I should have imagined that she was Korean since I was thinking it would all start at Bloor and Palmerston which is Korea town. I wrote this song with the feeling of being really tired of everything, my apartment, Toronto, everything. I really like the idea of a hooker being the daughter of the moon, hiding in the shadows of the city....

The stars are the witness, whiskey bottle's got a little less. The romance of darkness takes drugs and booze and reminders that you always should feel love like this. The Moon is your father, the city's got his runaway daughter. I hide with you in the dark shade where the moonlight can't pervade. We're always running away. Run run run away, till find something someday that's more than this, more than a late night moonless tryst.