down in pretty kitty city
with my tiger eyes wide open
seeing things i shouldn´t see
thinking thoughts i shouldn' t think
down in pretty kitty city
where i´m constantly reminded
where aroma fills my nostrils
and the paper meets the ink

in this city where delilah´s
waiting just around the corner
is itreally a relief to know
she doesn´t want me?
if these sights would cause me grief
then i would be a constant mourner
but i guess it will take more
than just my tears to set me free

i don´t need no rest in peace
as an inscription on my tombstone
all i need is this assurance
that´s been given unto me
i was granted grace
that´s all i need
to rescue me from weakness
so the spell of this old city
will have to let go of me

LARZ GUSTAFSSON
New Year´s Eve, 2007