You want the streets at midnight
You want to shine in dim light
Those walks are made for poets
Don’t look like you don’t know it
You want a soul survivor
You want a beauty parlour
A face to last forever
No blues can lose the colour
Don’t worry about it, baby
It all makes sense in the end…
Oh baby, don’t you know
When things are gettin’ slow
Make a crazy prediction
Melt the facts with the fiction
Underground with perfection
Baby, make the connection
Another 20 BPM in your life
Is all right
You want the diamond clover
You want the bossa nova
You never end the swayin’
Until you won me over
You dream under the pillow
You write your name in silver
On walls prepared for poets
Don’t look like you don’t know it
Oh baby, don’t you know
When things are gettin’ slow