Dave Stewart - Christine

Christine passed me by in the alleyway
She was beautiful of form and face
Her eyes sparkled like black diamonds
She made the filthy street a holy place

I followed her to the gates of Golem's junkyard
She paid some guy to let her look inside
He stood there counting out her money
Christine she lowered down her head and cried

Underneath the garbage and torn papers
She found a box of letters from Ramon
Though every word he spoke was broken English
These were more like scriptures carved in stone

Heroin, it draws you inlike a little boat floating
Underneath he bridge of sighs
Heroin, it draws you in
And the prison walls are casting dark circles underneath your eyes

She spent hours reading every single letter
Even though her mind was racked with pain
Christine always knew he was a junkie
What she didn't know he started to explain

“My father never wanted any children
He only wanted whiskey and a smoke
I tried to kiss him once when he was sleeping
His eyes opened but he never spoke”

I never understood how Ma could take it
Every day with all those kids around her neck
He used to call her my little Spanish angel
She slowly tuned into a nervous wreck

Heroin, it draws you inlike a little boat floating

Underneath he bridge of sighs

Heroin, it draws you in

And the prison walls are casting dark circles underneath your eyes
And the prison walls are casting dark circles underneath your eyes