Vārdi: Jarrod Gorbel. A Moment Of Peace.

I was six years her elder
She had yet to give herself away
Just moved from Jersey to Hell's Kitchen
Thirty-ninth just west of Broadway

Selling my soul in customer service
Dressing the wealthy
And fighting the urge
To tell them all just how i feel

Don't know what to say
To keep this hunger away
To shed the skin built up from sin

In a moment of peace and beauty

Black skirt, red ribbon for detail
Fit and fill the lace so generously
Contrast of her pale flesh and darkness
Crucifix floated on her chest
Wanted me to notice her

Under the spell of a Springsteen record
Darkness in the spirit of '77
Needle cracks that vinyl tone

Don't know what to say
To keep this hunger away
To shed the skin built up from sin

In a moment of peace and beauty
In a moment of peace and beauty

She lived by the bible
Drank until all hell broke loose
And the pale blue (warmthru?) made a fine silhouette
Gave away her composition

Don't know what to say
To keep this hunger away
To shed the skin build up from sin

In a moment of peace and beauty
Oh in a moment of peace and beauty