the heavens are rife with singing
the night is just right for bringing
some very bad ideas to the fore
the bells are all midnight screaming
the swells are all drugged and dreaming
i am slipping sideways through the door
maybe if we keep on dancing
maybe if we play romancing
we will never need to face the dawn
your lips they are cauterizing
your hips they are hypnotizing
my mind is lost, my money’s gone
take this ring from my hand
take this rose from my teeth
i am just a man
and life’s so very very brief
the horns are all sputtered choking
the singer he must be joking
the violin’s an epileptic fit
my heart it is a structure fire
you are my one desire
oh my god - can this be it?
all these ships lost out at sea
champagne fingers chasing me
bedecked in moonlight, lapping up the stars
i don’t know my way back home
i’ve lost my compass and my comb
stumbling through a maze of motor cars
you’re as busy as a bee
and i’m as dizzy as a top
you make a fool of me
please don’t ever ever stop
take me home
to your big empty house
and make a king
of this masquerading mouse
the host is so fucking sleazy
the night is all jasmine breezy
i can’t tell the forest for the trees
the lame they will walk again
the mute they will talk again
we will be the light the blind man sees
the night is just right for bringing
some very bad ideas to the fore
the bells are all midnight screaming
the swells are all drugged and dreaming
i am slipping sideways through the door
maybe if we keep on dancing
maybe if we play romancing
we will never need to face the dawn
your lips they are cauterizing
your hips they are hypnotizing
my mind is lost, my money’s gone
take this ring from my hand
take this rose from my teeth
i am just a man
and life’s so very very brief
the horns are all sputtered choking
the singer he must be joking
the violin’s an epileptic fit
my heart it is a structure fire
you are my one desire
oh my god - can this be it?
all these ships lost out at sea
champagne fingers chasing me
bedecked in moonlight, lapping up the stars
i don’t know my way back home
i’ve lost my compass and my comb
stumbling through a maze of motor cars
you’re as busy as a bee
and i’m as dizzy as a top
you make a fool of me
please don’t ever ever stop
take me home
to your big empty house
and make a king
of this masquerading mouse
the host is so fucking sleazy
the night is all jasmine breezy
i can’t tell the forest for the trees
the lame they will walk again
the mute they will talk again
we will be the light the blind man sees