It’s all the same old drudgery   and once you’re sick of it   you should call me      we can hit all the familiar watering holes   delve deep into each other’s souls      everything is just as the crow flies   when the most suitable theoretical conclusions   are on your terms      we can linger on until the doors are closed   fill our hearts with smoke to remain composed      wander from one corner to the next   with such certainty of stride   but with a mind perplexed      by the currency of secrecy   and how I’m willing to spend it all on you my dear      It seems once the world is asleep   There are some secrets which you   would be fool to keep      the man on the moon is a miser   but once he retires you will be none the wiser      It’s all the same old same old   But once you’re sick to death of it   You should call me      Whenever you want   Whenever you want