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everything comes and goes

marked by lovers and styles of clothes

things that you held high and told yourself were true

lost or changin’ as the days come down to you

down to you, constant stranger;

you’re a kind person, you’re a cold person too

it’s down to you

you go down to the pick-up station

cravin’ warmth and beauty

you settle for less than fascination;

a few drinks later you’re not so choosy

when the closing lights strip off the shadows

on this strange new flesh you found

clutching the night to you like a fig leaf,

you hurry to the blackness and the blankets

to lay down an impression and your loneliness

– – – – –

in the morning there are lovers in the street

they look so high;

you brush against a stranger and you both apologize

old friends seem indiff’rent;

you must have brought that on

old bonds have broken down; love is gone

oh, love is gone

written on your spirit the sad song

love is gone

everything comes and goes;

pleasure moves on too early

and trouble leaves too slow

just when you’re thinkin’

you’ve fin’lly got it made

bad news comes knockin’

at your garden gate

knockin’ for you, constant stranger;

you’re a brute, you’re an angel

you can crawl, you can fly too

it’s down to you

it all comes down to you