: The minstrel in the gallery looked down upon the smiling faces. He met the gazes observed the spaces between the old men's cackle. Maaaary.....
: Iron-clad feather-feet pounding the dust An October's day, towards evening Sweat embossed veins standing proud to the plough Salt on a deep chest
: It's a lonely life I live and I live this life to go and if I leave you with one thing it's just that I want you to know I'll still be loving you
: Winds howled. Rains spit down. All these nights playing precious games. Cheap hotel in some seaboard town closed down for the winter and whispered
: My first and last time with you and we had some fun. wenT walking through the trees, yeah! And then I kissed you once. Oh I want to see you soon
: In the dark of the city backwoods, something stirs then slips away. Law and order in darkest Knightsbridge. Crime and punishment at play. Hey, Mr
: (Instrumental)
: Well, I don't care to eat out in smart restaurants. I'd rather do a Vindaloo: take away is what I want. I was down at the old Bengal, having telephoned
: There's a black cat down on the quayside. Ship's lights, green eyes glowing in the dark. Two young cops handing out a beating: know how to hurt
: Really don't mind if you sit this one out. My words but a whisper - your deafness a SHOUT. I may make you feel but I can't make you think. Your
(Instrumental)
The minstrel in the gallery looked down upon the smiling faces. He met the gazes observed the spaces between the old men's cackle. Maaaary.....
It's a lonely life I live and I live this life to go and if I leave you with one thing it's just that I want you to know I'll still be loving you
Well, I don't care to eat out in smart restaurants. I'd rather do a Vindaloo: take away is what I want. I was down at the old Bengal, having telephoned
There's a black cat down on the quayside. Ship's lights, green eyes glowing in the dark. Two young cops handing out a beating: know how to hurt and
In the dark of the city backwoods, something stirs then slips away. Law and order in darkest Knightsbridge. Crime and punishment at play. Hey, Mr.
Iron-clad feather-feet pounding the dust An October's day, towards evening Sweat embossed veins standing proud to the plough Salt on a deep chest
My first and last time with you and we had some fun. wenT walking through the trees, yeah! And then I kissed you once. Oh I want to see you soon
