Come in we'll say
And the bands will play
Their scripts of love for us
The light-up at the top of the stairs
You stare at me and say
What can we be?
It's Sole it's all we know
The strings all sing and make the fling
Somethin to marvel in
Gin-breath thinks twice before the wife
Just as she draws her pipe
Thyme?
Have you got a light for me?
I'm ripe and where I ought to be
Woah woah woah woah
It's all we know
What will we take to show?