Oh you
Old thing
Still got vibrations
In your streets
They move me to
Come down
From the chandelier
I have been watching you from
Bon soir
Bon soir ma ville
I'm gonna leave you now in the
Arms of babes
I've got a new way to live
Through the storms
You're so famous for
Oh, that's the sound of some new rocket
Upon the door
Who's gonna steam up all your dancehalls?
Who'll put your lilies in a vase?
When all the good men have
Had all their daughters, and
All the other men
Have fallen in with daisies?
Well, I don't want to be the last one standing
I don't want to reach the bitter end
As much as I have always loved your dancing
Well, I hate the sounds that come from crowds
That just don't get my moves
From here
In the sky
I see the rows of lights as as violent web
And I will miss
The way I got
Caught up in you
Oh you
Old thing
I'm gonna leave you now in the
Arms of babes
I've got a new way to live
In the storm
In the storm
In the storm