On a Black Leather Couch

I need a new story
inspired by Led Zeppelin's III
Black boots
and wet streets

We don´t mind too much
if the eyes get a bit clouded
You know moist lips can´t keep
the steamy secrets

All the songs in and out there
yet haven´t found a home
The doors might be closed
but on that couch you´ll never
be left alone
The doors might be closed
but the couch is still warm
The doors might be closed
for now

Bare legs on a black leather couch
where the skin feels sticky
and the joints ache
Heads so messed up and
the hair´s the messiest kind
But the morning comes
at 3 p.m. with a smile

So I begin my story
by kicking the boots out of my feet
in 1972
Exile on Main St

With some luck we´ll rock´n roll
and we´ll roll whenever we feel
And you know I love that so
Pour some sugar on me

All the songs in and out there
yet haven´t found a home
The doors might be closed
but the couch is always free
as you know
The doors might be closed
but the couch is quite near
The doors might be closed
for now

Bare legs on a black leather couch
where the thirst will always surprise
and the bottle´s always too far
Mind´s trying to think back what
the eyes must have seen
And so the evening has come
and life feels like a dream

I need to tell a story
with some clacks and whir
The sound of an engine
telling you are him and I am her

If we close our eyes
it´s 1995's Cloudy skies
Though right now it doesn´t warm our skin
but the sun never lies

All the songs in and out there
yet haven´t found a home
The doors might be closed
but the couch is yours
alone
The doors might be closed
but the couch is right here
for now

Bare legs on a black leather couch
where the sin is shown from the eyes
and the mouth mourns for more
Body gets pushed back while
the other tries to tell that
Here´s the night for you
so don´t try to fight back

I try to start a story
with a black skirt and those boots
I look at you like I know something
And you know that´s the truth

I say, any year;
Stop breaking down
We try to build Tomorrow's world
that others can´t burn down

The doors might be closed for now
but the couch is always free
And I lay back on it,
pull you next to me
Smiling at you rumblin´
With your words, stumblin´
I lay my legs on the black leather couch
And there you are with me