There is a life beside the fire, she burns as if there were no death
Whereas her soul out on bail it moans as she takes her final breath
Still around 'til the sun comes down, M.T. Jarre in
\"A Bit of a Good Time,\" effervescing ever after:
\"Toiled and toiled until sunk into sublime.\"
Out on the mountain, down in the town there is a bright and shining air
Circling cars with their windows in love, steaming up like a heady affair
In through the door, behind the curtain
This is the moon shining
Down through the sewer and onto the floor
Where the happy and free are whining and dining
Whining and dining.
Sometimes there are bridges falling down
Sometimes they drown in the winter seas
Sometimes the earth is really flat
I could die from the truth, I swear
Sometimes it gets hot in here
Sometimes the heat is unbearable
Sometimes it's bloody freezing
I could die from the cold I swear.
I could die from the truth I swear.
Syl could die from the...
I could die from the cold I swear.
Syl could die from the truth, she swears.