the twenty in her pocket is burning a hole right through her leg and i wish i could stop her but i never knew quite what to say the doors in this place seem to shut themselves these days i let you go i am to blame and the rhythms in her head they never seem to fade colored by the streets she knows so well and the twenty in her pocket is burning a hole right through the grounds i guess we won t be seeing you around anymore while you wait for the rush and the light i will wait for you one more one more night the twenty in her pocket is burning a hole right through her leg and i wish i had stopped her but i never knew quite what to say