Total inebriation,
Exhaust and moans whisper up the field,
A word I heard from the road's bend,
Of a body and horse spread across the tracks
The news had passed this way in the night,
And yes there was porter in my pint,
The tale I told eluded me,
So I carried on.
"Really,
You make a fine picture with your talk,
For me,
Throw down your voice and go for a walk.
Hold fast my friend.
We have an untied loose end.
You talk to me
In cloak and dagger."
♪
Tipsy night in April,
I asked you then would you be my wife,
The echoe of your no will
Chase me to the clouds or to the clod,
Thank God for the wheels below me,
To take me from this place at speed,
The road eluded me,
So I carried on.
♪
"Really,
You make a fine picture with your talk,
For me,
Throw down your voice and go for a walk.
Hold fast my friend.
We have some untied loose ends.
You talk to me,
Forever
Saying nothing."
♪
A dram in a man's hand
From the main land,
Is not beyond my understanding,
Forward in the dark,
Pulled over at a humpback,
"What's that stupid tube?"
The difference between me and you,
Come down here 'til we fix your tube
I'll prove we are the exact same,
In two completely different places,
Stupid accent, stupid life,
The same ten fingers and two faces.
♪
"Really,
You make a fine picture with your talk,
For me,
Throw down your voice and go for a walk.
Hold fast my friend.
We have some untied loose ends.
You talk to me
In cloak and
Dagger."