Woorden:
The Divine Comedy

Pale, pubescent beasts Roam through the streets And coffee shops Their prey gather in herds Of stiff knee-length skirts And white ankle-socks But while

William wakes with his clothes on The morning call has been and gone And he might not make the flight but he will try, yeah Bit by bit it comes back

I packed up my suitcase and left the old farm I promised my papa, I'd come to no harm And I went to the city where I was employed In a firm of accountants

Smoking my six-hundredth last cigarette Out of the studio skylight Watching the ash as it rolls down the roof Leaving a trail of gray-white All through

When I hold you in my arms And look back on my charmed life My charmed life, I hope I hope if nothing more That one day you?ll call your life A charmed

"Birds and planes go Through the rainbow Every day though You simply refuse Old-fashioned Ferris Wheels Are no big deal They're just big wheels with

Eric The Gardener Julius Cæsar came, saw, conquered, went away 'Cause it rained here all the time Too many sniffs and colds Got up his Roman nose

You've got a personality We'll throw you in the sea and watch you drown, dumb it down Your concentration span's too long It's longer than this song, that

I found a photograph of you and me Drinking sangria somewhere by the sea There's laughter in our eyes and dreams in our hearts Before life waded in and