10:15 on a Saturday night
And the tap drips
Underneath the
10:15 on a Saturday night
And the tap drips under the
10:15
Saturday night
And the tap drips under the striplight
And I'm
We sit in the same room
Side by side
I give you
I would say I'm sorry
If I thought that it would
I would say I'm sorry
If I thought that it
(Haven't got any words)
The barber chair falls to the floor
He
Slowly fading blue
The eastern hollows
Catch the dying sun
The nighttime foll
(One, two, three, four)
No light
No heat
No people on the street
No
Spit out the shout of a warning
Death is an honour
I know that I don't love you
But I tell you
I want to be old
And creak by the fire
I want
Begging me to stay
But I'm laughing in your face
So desperate
You wear your smile like
It was going out of
Don't say what you mean
You might spoil your face
If you
I paint your nails
And brush your hair
Until you are so
Midnight in the subway
She's on her way home
She tries hard
The soul lives forever
Always ends sometime
Now I'm alone, alone and
Dressed in Berlin black
I was only playing
Disguise my words to
