Blue house downtown

Give me your souls My collection is dismal Lost where they run Up and down in elevator shafts Find out I am clothes and skin and bone My unkempt hair means nothing And mirrored images mock any effort to reflect Give me your soul Yes the one in the window Behind your pearl teeth And glinting diamond eyes The one with closed lips Sleeping out of time I have a few here but nothing that shines Yours that I want If only to touch If only to feel for a night Would you trust I have none now, I sold them for you Empty shell with no filling Your soul, I need you.