Farewell, OK - Elvis Costello

 

Ran my hand in the rhythm along the ballroom wall
Felt the rumble of the bass through the entrance hall
And the door flung open to a mascara cry
I can't shake the sound of "How could you or why?"
I can't get the stain off my hands ever since
From the fake marble pillar past a curtain of chintz
A splatter of steps on a chalk floor pattern
A trim of black lace on a hem of red satin