(Brooker / Reid) Conquistador your stallion stands in need of company and like some angel's haloed brow you reek of purity I see your armour-plated breast
(Brooker / Reid) Your multilingual business friend has packed her bags and fled Leaving only ash-filled ashtrays and the lipsticked unmade bed The mirror
(Brooker / Reid) "All hands on deck, we've run afloat!" I heard the captain cry "Explore the ship, replace the cook: let no one leave alive!" Across
Simple sister Got whooping cough Have to burn her toys Take her treats Eat her sweets Scare off all the boys Simple sister Got whooping cough Have to
(Brooker / Reid) We skipped the light fandango turned cartwheels 'cross the floor I was feeling kinda seasick but the crowd called out for more The room
(Brooker / Reid) Zika nor nama ... hesah! Through this hourglass Sands are running fast In deserted plains Kingdoms write their names On these burning
They tell us that we're savages who haven't got a hope We're burning in the furnaces, we're choking at the smoke They say we haven't got a choice, refuse
The night surrounds me I can't turn back the hands of time When I look around me My thoughts are of the lonely kind Such a game of high stakes We gambled
Tonight we sleep on silken sheets We drink fine wine and eat rare meats On Carousel and gambling stake Our fortunes speed, and dissipate. It's candlelight
(Brooker / Fisher / Reid) I know I've done my best But that's no consolation I s'pose I should have guessed When I saw the invitation you told me love
(G.Brooker / K.Reid / C.Thompson) When you're out in the dark nothing to believe in And you can't find a way back home There's a man with a secret There
Remember when you felt it first? The bitter taste of love The hand that reached inside your purse The fist inside the glove Remember how it felt to be
(G.Brooker / K.Reid / R.Trower) Rings upon your fingers Bells upon your toes Ev'ry day's a game of chance Ev'ry body knows In the king's apartment Heavy
Strangers in space passing through time Travellers in haste Partners in crime Trace of a feeling Trace of regret Hard to remember Hard to forget Something
(G.Brooker / K.Reid / M.Noble) Rings around the crescent moon Passions rise from basement rooms Fountains play and worlds collide We gently swing and
(G.Brooker / K.Reid / M.Fisher) You and me got a chance to make things right The writing... the writing's on the wall You and me got a chance to turn
Good to get your message So you're coming back home again Just can't wait to see you No need to explain A friend of mine told me That you've found yourself
