Here, at the sign of the peacock, we find the Club C'est Sable
It is a club dedicated to sadism

I sit here all alone with a Martini Built for 2
I sit here all alone cause I've got nothing better to do
I sit here all alone with a Martini Built for 2
I sit here all alone, well I showed up but where are you?

The world we live in departs
Beneath rust covered clouds we weep
You're afraid of the dreams in the darkest part of your soul

Exchanging time for time
The world we live in departs
You left me to stalk the night

Tell me, are you mine?
Can I say I am yours?
It's a cold, fading scene

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Writer(s): FRANK NARDIELLO, MARSTON DALEY