Reign

Before my fame, I only thought of you, the money that you craved, shadows curl in smoke, against an awful truth, shocked again I'm broke, you always laid waste, my successful tunes, in this different age, clubs I sang at before, long vibrant rooms, stripped to the bone, inside the Royal cafe's, where I made them swoon, passed the same way, give me a simple note, make lonely men soothed, betrayals atoned, I will begin again, it is hardly news, play me in some serenade, name it lemon blue.