Blood on Bourbon Street (Slowed & Reverb)

New Orleans keeps a mystery,
Locked in teeth and velvet sleeves,
There's blood on Bourbon Street and it never lets you leave.
Red doors candlelit, windows carved,
Turn slow by a weathered hand,
She smiles as "baby I know you" draws your future in the glass and sand.
You blink, and the room grows colder,
Her eyes go older than the wall,