In Frankfurt

I taste the tears that sting my cheeks
The salty taste of pain
The poison planted in my heart
Attacking me again.

A picture of you dying haunts my aching brain to see
An image of a twisted man
Whose presence swathed in vanity
Whose life of lies is hanging on a thread,
And in that image poison lies
Upon my Frankfurt bed.

A hundred miles, a hundred years,
Could never kill the pain
A hundred times I’ve cried these tears
And every time in vain.

And here I lose connection,
Here I break all ties
Here I throw off all your scent
Undo your web of lies.
And let my tears continue;
Let me weep till kingdom come;
For all the use it’s done me,
A couple, only one.

I lost myself in you and you
Were far too gone to care
The trace of dust about your nose,
And even in your hair.
You kissed me sweet with bleeding lips
And haunted-looking face
I wept for you so many times
And all you left to waste.

But now I shall be selfish,
And so deserve to be
And here I throw of all your ways
And weep my tears for me.

And all the secrets stripped away
The broken bones of truth
Poking painful through my flesh
In Frankfurt without you.
(If I never see this town again that time will be too soon)
These streets, this country stained with blood
And memories of you.

And Leaving’s not the end
But a start, so fresh, again;
Farewell my tortured lover,
Farewell my dying friend.
Auf Wiedersehen, goodbye, farewell,
I guess I’ll see you round sometime
In Frankfurt
AKA
In Hell.