VØNTAK - Blood on Bourbon Street

Fog hangs low on Dauphine
Gas lamps lean
They watch you breathe
Old bricks sweating stories
You feel eyes in the light
Oak leaves
A laugh in an empty alley
Perfume in the midnight heat
Your name in a stranger's accent
Though no one's on the street
There's blood on Bourbon Street
And secrets in the cobblestones
Every shadow's got a heartbeat
Every sinner's never quite alone
New Orleans keeps the mysteries
Locked in teeth in velvet sleeves