Old Perfume Songtext

von John Austin

The loneliest girls and boys
Get bored with their favorite toys
Feel the power of making noise
When we send them to their room
Well I sent my baby there
Step by step she climbed the stair
On the shelf till she disappeared
Like a bottle of old perfume

Why do we count the years?
Like pulling another gray hair
From the snare of a wire brush
Beside a jar of old cold cream
One wrinkled old magazine
Sunlight on a TV screen
When someone else writes your dreams
You might as well wake up

Old perfume
Never left the room

Nobody saw the signs
Dead bolt doors, buried cable lines
TVs scattered like land mines
Children dancing round their doom
And what was your money worth
A handful of cold cold dirt
A chimpanzee in a skirt
A milkweed field in bloom

And who knows what that black bird does
Out there where the garden was
He got nothing to say to us

Old perfume
Never left the room

And the moods drift by
Like clouds across the sky
Emotions they never lie
So we bottle them up

Old perfume
Never left the room

The spirit is willing my friend
She's there till the very end
You don't have to save your life
Like a bottle of old perfume

Old perfume
Never left the room

And on the judgment day
They never call your name
Angels just shuffle away
Every body has left the room