We use to waltz outside before the warnbeneath the stars we'd spin around the floornand every morning watch the soldiers leavenin rows lined up like perfect bowling pinsnnand here, it's just like a costume ballnwith lights out and masks onnthe air is thicker than London's fognIda...don't wait up...nnWe used to sleep at night before the warnhum to Strauss and never lock the doorsnbut ships were sunk and someone took the fallnand strung us out like useless paper dollsnnand here, alarm clocks are cannonballsnwhile Judas laughs and, morphine callsnthe air is thicker than London's fognIda...don't wait up...