Black Debonair  Black Debonair  Through the mist of my eyes  And the raining of tears  Under dark skies  Nothing looks so easy  Than the hardest things to do  And nothing looks so hard  Than the easy words to say  Turning round and round, round, round  I found myself in a bar  With a girl at my side  And she said  "Give me a whiskey  And a gingerale at the side"  At her side  I was sitting for hours  Just staring at her sunny shine face  She was, Easy come  Hard to hold, Easy go  The pavement my feet walks upon  Is filled with cracks  Some day I might fall  Through  Tous jours, oui Tous jours, Tous jours  Voul avez vu l'enfant  De violence  You look at a picture of  Me in my youth and it still affects me  Nothing really matters and  Noone really cares  I was looking for her eyes  But I searched too far  In a passion of warm colours  I swept away and told her:  "You're like smooth  Like eyes and lips  You're like dreaming  Like nice and trips"  But nothing really mattered and  She really didn't care  It rained all night  And hailed all day  And I ran out of light  Just as I threw my matches away  Promising salvation  I kissed her pale flaking lips  I took two not very deep  Breaths, then  Threw myself into oblivion  Despite the promises  I suddenly, when it all  Ended up, found myself  At the edge of the water  Under the dark skies  And everything was gone...