Paroles: Elvis Costello. Moods for Moderns.

Moods for moderns, moods for moderns
Moods for moderns, moods for moderns

I get hit looking for a miss
I never thought that it would come to this

Moods for moderns, moods for moderns
Moods for moderns, moods for moderns

Though we may never be the same again
I am so proud that you've been taken in vain

What if none of your dreams come true?
I can never run from you
There's never been a, how do you do?

There's never been an ending
Soon you'll belong to someone else
And I will be your stranger just pretending

Moods for moderns, memory lingers
I let you into foreign fingers

Moods for moderns, moods for moderns
Moods for moderns, moods for moderns

I never thought that would see this day
I never thought that I would give you away

What if none of your dreams come true?
I can never run from you
There's never been a, how do you do?

There's never been an ending
Soon you'll belong to someone else
And I will be your stranger just pretending

Moods for moderns, let them break us
Strong and sudden, foreign fingers