Opium and a Chinese lantern The light like a goldfish Swims in a red dish The trash I've picked up Sitting on the floor Counting out cash A sailor cap Hanging on the door The pearls I've retrieved Belong in the back of a mirror My songs about sunken wrecks And a drowned sailor The light between the islands Is the colour of Bengal White sands and if you listen A silent waterfall The pearls I've retrieved Belong in the back of a mirror My songs about sunken wrecks And a drowned sailor The torch singer sits On horseback in the yard Bits of red velvet dress Ripped now times are hard There's a suicide and saint In the final hotel And paint on a red velvet dress Rolled into a ball The trash I've picked up Leaves a trail of cash In the hall (x 6) Leaves a trail of cash In the hall (x 2)