We use to waltz outside before the war   beneath the stars we'd spin around the floor   and every morning watch the soldiers leave   in rows lined up like perfect bowling pins      and here, it's just like a costume ball   with lights out and masks on   the air is thicker than London's fog   Ida...don't wait up...      We used to sleep at night before the war   hum to Strauss and never lock the doors   but ships were sunk and someone took the fall   and strung us out like useless paper dolls      and here, alarm clocks are cannonballs   while Judas laughs and, morphine calls   the air is thicker than London's fog   Ida...don't wait up...