Closing Time

so we struggle and we stagger
down the snakes and up the ladder
to the tower where the blessed hours chime
and I swear it happened just like this:
a sigh, a sry, a hungry kiss,
the gates of love they budged an inch
I can't say much has happened since but closing time
and I lift my glass to the awful truth
which you can't reveal to the ears of youth
except to say it isn't worth a dime
and the whole damn place goes crazy twice
and it's once for the devil and once for christ
but the boss don't like these dizzy heights
we're busted in the blinding lights.
busted in the blinding light
of closing time.

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