So Long Sweetness...
Now, Now the curtain falls without a trace left to hold
There's only time, Time to sleep, tob, to be alone
To break the spell In the heart of nights of lack of sleep to sustain yourself
To end all sighs Tearing hard from a transatlantic grip
From below ,London ,Far below, Faces are crying out
Feel, now you know it's the season of the witch
It doesn't twitch The kinda wound that might of fooled the diggers ditch
You know it goes like this
Alarming, disarming not a face to bear
At a certain pitch
Tables turning faster harder Noise keeps pumping louder louder
It'll drip below London
More and more, mothers are crying hard
So Long Sweetness... Take what you've chosen, look at what you've chosed