Danya River: Lyrics

This song was written as an assignment for a songwriting group in San Francisco. To write it, I drew on my experience of building profound intimacy with another person, and finding myself caught in so many habits that ultimately kept me feeling isolated, even with the person/people I trusted most.

-Danya River, (BMI)-
-Feb 2002 & Aug, 2003-
Racy, black and lacy
Sells caresses to the lonely men she meets
Sticky 20?s bread and butter the addiction like
Rebate for her grief

The money keeps it clean
Like hospital-cornered sheets
The money seems clean

He, with weary cigarette seeks
company on every Thursday eve
He waits for Love?s epiphany
Then slinks away with sadness on his cheek

The money keeps it clean
Like hospital-cornered sheets
The money seems clean

Though he brings her everything
most everything spills through her lacy arms.
And though she sways to capture him
she?s captured by her own seductive charms.

The money keeps it clean
Like hospital-cornered sheets
The money seems clean