The Price Was High

The special way The hunt began and ended with London on my mind The nights from days And letters penned in earnest with heartstrings sent unsigned In a round about sway Not a word, not a sound All's forgiven, anyway Haven't even slept, so I'm quiet as I'm kept and more or less concussed for years But I can't shake your body So I shake mine instead when it's time to percuss In a round about sway Not a word, not a sound All's forgiven, anyway Names escaped run amok with bottle caps for eyes The nights from days ferried east and ended with no one getting wise (when was this?) On the Champs-Élysées on no rest, you fluoresce All's forgiven for forgotten men and women, more or less In a round about sway Not a word, not a sound All's forgiven by the way Men and women, it's time to percuss