Oh you Old thing Still got vibrations In your streets They move me to come down From the chandelier I have been watching you from
Bon soir Bon soir ma ville I'm gonna leave you now In the arms of babes
I've got a new way to live Through the storms you're so famous for - Oh, that's the sound of some new rocket Upon the door
Who's gonna steam up all your dancehalls? Who'll put your lilies in a vase When all the good men have had all their daughters, and All the other men have fallen in with daises? I don't want to be the last one standing I don't want to reach the bitter end As much as I have always loved your dancing I hate the sounds that come from crowds That just don't get My moves
From here In the sky I see your rows of lights As a violent web And I will miss The way I got caught up in you
Oh you Old thing
I'm gonna leave you now In the arms of babes I've got a new way to live In the storm, in the storm In the stormTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.