Your life is over (so is mine) You've been seen, floating down the river Round the river bend You've been seen with someone else Lately I've been told Funny how that kind of news Can somehow leave you cold No bones were broken (but give it time) I'll be found, floating down the river With the matchwood...the driftwood...and Harry the horse Knifed in the back in the revolving doors All those words of love unspoken Lying tongue tied and frozen Choking back these lines It's cool, cool, cool in the morning And it's cool, cool, cool at night It's cool, cool, cool in the evening, yeh It's cool, cool, cool at... Daylight is over, night time is on its way Like a cat on a hot tin roof Like a mouse on the run from the owl When you're caught like a rat In the empty top hat of the night Even shadows have shadows And a long silhouette All the black notes of pianos Play a strange cadenza (It's not a good omen when your goldfish commits suicide) PART THREE