Crisis in Black and White

She said it was his birthday.
She could really give.
Three places at once, all at once; she
wandered through the break.
Anna Karenina, a pointer to the indecision, much the same a choice.
The choice that spoils, the choice that takes.
Too many choices, too much waste.
Anna Karenina’s a boulevard night, honed confusion, it lets her know she’s
alive.
The captivation, infatuation, the capitulation — she’s a culmination.
Next to the moonlight, kissing the silver: she rose so high above all the money
and the anger.
Cos she said it was his birthday, and she could really give.
Three places at once all at once, she
wandered through the break.
She’s wandering flesh.
She’s beautiful soul.
She’s such wandering flesh, she’s such beautiful soul.