St. Lucy's Gate

St Lucy’s gate
Stays open 'til late
Leaves a light on in the in the hall:
Throws shadows on the bathroom wall behind
She has got a knowledge of places
She is a woman of tight spaces
Every wroom in her house has a door
That opens onto a blank wall:
Leads nowhere at all
Leads nowhere at all
Knows all the in and outs
And cigarette butts
Knocks once for love and twice for luck
Heard stories about some midnight, Sitting there scratching at mosquito bites
Clouds reflecting in the greasy haze, Why do I get these headaches?
Why do I get these headaches?
St Lucy’s gate
Stays open to late
Quietly laughs at the customers clothes;
St Lucy’s gate is now closed