Paroles: OMD. Julia's Song.

The means to an end
A sinful distress
Writing down meaningless words
Vaguely offhand so the rest of the band
Can learn from the bees and the birds

Concentrate businessman you
You haven't got long
Planets are ruling your heart
Stilettos and thighs may be burning your eyes
But it keeps you from falling apart

Heavy but generalised
Sordid and wet
Someone advised me to die
Blowing your mind 'cause you'll know what you'll find
When you're looking for things in the sky

Under the influence
Rotting our nerves
Cutting us off at the mains
Nearing the end with your grandmother's friend
Is something to do when it rains