|
| All the glow boys
in their lipstick and shadows |
| And gold leaf
on their delicate skins |
| Well they can
filter through your curtains |
 like
nerve-gas |
| They leave their
laughter on the wind |
|
| And we're dancing |
| Yes we're dancing |
| We're dancing
like a gun |
|
| Nothing I can
see looks like an exit |
| So I'm making
you into a door |
| You've been a
guaranteed constant companion |
| for
so long |
| I'll almost miss
you when I go |
|
| And there's silence
in your silver passing |
| And stardust scattered
over your breasts |
| Then I looked
around and found |
| all
the faces of the world |
| As the ballroom
floor gets fused to glass |
|
