I remember in Red Square The monuments to us A little toxin in our drinks Had turned our tongues to rust It's so hard to believe you're a swan The curtains hang half-drawn You wait for earth or sun to bring you dawn A million hungry mouths Would strip you to your bones And every note would still Be perfectly in tune A million hungry eyes Would strip you to your clothes And everyone would still They'd say you hung the moon You brought me pages of hardcore torn And casts of lovers yet unborn You carried me across the room in a swoon To soon forget you hung the moon A million hungry mouths Would strip you to your bones And every note would still Be perfectly in tune A million hungry eyes Would strip you to your clothes And everyone would still They'd say you hung the moon Be quiet on the set Take one Be quiet on the set Take two Be quiet on the set...