This starts with us collapsed in a club Rifling through the things that we knew Could swear I recognised you from before From back home, from somewhere, I don’t know Then in the car behind your own house No king in the castle careful he’ll find out* You start the engine I’ll start my legs Off with their heads, went off with their heads It’s all gone, you can see your bed for miles
There were several tongues up tied in knots Sharpened up with fine words and their plot* Reasons that will always be their speak* And Halloween a harmony* On Christmas eve, on new years day The cadence of a pair of feet The quicken of a cavalry across the hall It’s all gone, you can see your bed for miles