Juliet Turner Vampire
He brings her one more marguerita in a 2 a.m. New York
diner,
Love sings in the corner, a canticle of knives.
He’s come here to meet her, but all the boys want to
greet her.
Moan fog horn, moan, for the leaving of the boat.
You know that she’s a vampire, but you still offer her
your throat.
Where do you go when I sleep, cos you’re not here with
me?
Where do you go when I sleep?
Now the winds and tides are driven by jealous men and
faithless women.
Love sings in the harbour, a canticle of lies.
And she pulls him so deep inside her that he’s afraid
he’ll divide her.
Desire bends and pulls you through the window of your
dreams.
You’re walking on the water but you don’t know what it
means
