Hotel Istanbul and I was folded at the table. Well the caberet was dull. And yes the yellow moon half-empty. So I slid between the bars. And I cast away my runes. On the cab ride via Mars. And I landed in this room. Pissed I twist the mystery radio dial. I found a voice that almost raised a smile. It was just like yours. And I fantasize translation. And it's just like you. To call when I'm exposed. Damn your eyes. So blue. To have you near me. One red flare. If you're there. And you can hear me. Hotel Istanbul and I was notifying strangers. that my pugilistic flare could mean a consequential danger. But the maitre'd was deft and I was parting from my breath. His way of asking me to leave. It was a very sorry scene. Pissed I just insist that no one cares. That love has only thrown me down the stairs. Then I hear your voice. Full of love and understanding. And I know your voice. Will always call me home. Damn your eyes. So blue. To have you near me. One red flare. If you're there. And you can hear me