Orange Island
"The Silent Partner"

And on this one nightstand, next to the money left
Sits a note left after a one-night stand
It's next to a half filled and lipstick smeared cocktail
And it reads, it breathes: was it good for you
I'm telling you the truth and I'm telling it all
Doesn't it seem like the writing on the wall

Twenty-one years old and life seems to end up being quoted
In every line, in every street name
And every time I get lucky with a stranger

When life becomes filled with remember when's
Only ghosts in every bed and on every corner
Of streets that are networked and locked in a flyby night town
Where the words, loaded and cocked, rarely refer to a gun

It all breathes: was it good for you