So Long Sweetness...      Now, Now the curtain falls without a trace left to hold      There's only time, Time to sleep, tob, to be alone      To break the spell In the heart of nights of lack of sleep to sustain yourself      To end all sighs Tearing hard from a transatlantic grip      From below ,London ,Far below, Faces are crying out.      Feel, now you know it's the season of the witch      It doesn't twitch The kinda wound that might of fooled the diggers ditch      You know it goes like this      Alarming, disarming not a face to bear      At a certain pitch      Tables turning faster harder Noise keeps pumping louder louder      It'll drip below London      More and more, mothers are crying hard.      So Long Sweetness... Take what you've chosen, look at what you've chosed