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Cathedral eyes felt so alive laid on the woman painted softly The masters of Rome should have used her for a muse And me I could have used just a little cup of coffee She whispered a look I could barely breathe a word I smoke in the moonlight to catch my breath You scold me I'll catch my death of cold You always imagined that I had something left But I'm the only one you never told Another barstool Houdini made you guess what to believe When everyone was watching the illusion But only you were looking up his sleeve When she caught a glimpse from someone else's muse I smoke in the moonlight to catch my breath You scold me I'll catch my death of cold You always imagined that I had something left But I'm the only one you never told The passions in the stained glass fell upon the masses Thought he caught the corner of a vision He used his Sunday shirt to clean off his glasses As the cathedral eyes retreated to the clouds I smoke in the moonlight to catch my breath You scold me I'll catch my death of cold You always imagined that I had something left But rm the only one you never told From Letras Mania