Standard (EADGBE)
Apartment in New York, London and Paris,
where will we rest, were all living on top of it
Its all that we have the USA is our daily bread,
and no one is willing to share it
Why cant we see our fortunancy
living as legends have lived
Bane and dismannered, we coax all the time
knowing that nothing is left when we die
Come aloooong fool
A direct hit of the senses you are disconnected
Its not that its bad
its not that its death
Its just on the tip of your tongue, and you're so silent
Wanting to live and laugh all the time,
sitting alone with you tea and your crime
Children with kids, and people with parents,
any which way theres no past and no presence
When the day comes and all of them bums
will reveal enchanting persons
Come aloooong fool
A direct hit of the senses you are disconnected
Its not that its bad
its not that its death
Its just on the tip of your tongue, and you're so silent
When it's a rut and baby's no luck,
half of it's misunderstanding love
The war we have won we're winning again,
within ourselves and within our friends
Come aloooong fool
A direct hit of the senses you are disconnected
Its not that its bad
its not that its death
Its just on the tip of your tongue, and you're so silent
(more or less)