Snow + pony + 17 + Lucy + 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.