I saw her move towards the exit
The night was pale
And it stuck to her shoe
She was draped in
Green velvet
And she was looking at me
The way she used to look at you
She's an anarchist
So hand her a cigarette
The way she holds it
Might turn you from a man
Into a man's silhouette
Ain't got time to take it slow
She's moving in melodies
Ain't got time a rock n roll
She's moving in melodies
When she left the room
The air grew a little more curious
It's true that often the question
Is more entertaining than the answer is
Then I saw her at an espresso place
Where they played modern music
Of course she has offshore taste
And bobs her head
In the style of her favourite beatnik
Ain't got time to take it slow
She's moving in melodies
Ain't got time a rock n roll
She's moving in melodies
I see secret codes
They're hidden in the way she flirts
And if you look up to the sky
You'll find them in the fireworks
Here she comes now
Ain't got time to take it slow
She's moving in melodies
Ain't got time a rock n roll
She's moving in melodies
She's moving in melodies
She's dreaming in tragedies
She's drifting in galaxies
Please pour yourself into me