I've got a ticket to the fast city
Where the bells
Gonna blame it on the moon
Didn't want to fall in
I won't spend my life waiting for an angel to
Every morning 'bout half past eight,
My Moma wakes me
Faraway voice
We can hear you, voice
What's it like to be
Broken windows and empty hallways
A pale dead moon in the
The tables are empty
The dance floor's deserted
You play the same
I lost myself on a cool damp night
Gave myself in
Now hush, now honey, here's the word
My baby's gonna buy
Some people say
That oysters make you come on strong
But I
How can I think I'm standing strong
Yet feel the air
You are the tiger burning bright
Deep in the forest of