Makes No Difference - The Verlaines

I see in your eyes that they don’t refuse

And I see in those same eyes a huge reflection

Of whatever the back-drop sees

And you’ll wipe it good and you’ll wipe it clean

And say, «I'll see you in the death machine tomorrow

Unless somebody’s god intervenes.»

And I’ll see you there but you sure won’t see me

I see in your eyes that they look over

To bluer sky and greener clover

But you’re only allowed to see through me

And I walk home and I try to sleep

But it’s quiet in the death machine this evening

Since I left the pub with the key

And I’d give it you back but you’d only foot the bill on me

And so the tiller man will take hold

The shady bastards will come to make you bleed

And you’ll wipe it good and you’ll wipe it clean

And say, «I'll see you in the death machine tomorrow

Unless somebody’s god intervenes.»

And the day will come and it’ll make no difference to me