WORDS

LUXURY

Her room is warm. The world laps at her feet. 

Except for the heels, she’s bare as she can be.

Skin like the moon. She protects memories. 

 

In luxury.

In luxury. 

In perfect light she’s found her place.

 

Excuse me, please. Another penthouse day.

Pardon, moi. On the Champs-Elysee.

Scusi, per favore. A Milano runway.

 

In luxury.

In luxury. 

In perfect light she’s found her place.

 

And the flashbulbs pop like the scene of a crime.

Individually wrapped for a limited time.

 

In black and white. Smiling into the lens.

Rings down to the desk. Evian and cigarettes.

Time marches on. And the page turns again.  

 

In luxury.

In luxury. 

In perfect light she’s found her place.

In perfect light she’s found her place.

 

 

Jim Walker - Bass, Guitars, Keyboards, Percussion, Sequencing, Lead Vx, BG Vx