Advice to a Friend (2021 Remaster)

Three false starts and a deck of marked cards

Well I confess, ain't no way to begin

This slip of tongue, just the habit of a lifetime

Barometer of where I've been

A mystic in a crushed velvet suit

A gigolo in jackboots

Bystander in a crowded room

This concrete bunkered heart was an empty tomb

But her foreign accents seduced

All those steely fingers holding me back

Her whispered tales of basement passion

That melting pot! Oh, the die was cast

There was sweat on her face

Trembling hands trying to trace

The power I felt in a one-on-one

Surprisingly enough, I felt no urge to run

Sometimes it can be so hard

Most times it'll turn you cold

It's gonna turn you cold

So I can understand what you feel

You've got something to protect

At the same time you're wondering

If this move you finally make is worth what you get

I don't know

I would never take my own advice

But for what it's worth let me throw it your way

You can probably keep on winning

But all you've got is penny-ante stakes

If it comes to how you feel

Being four-fifths what you steal

When your cover's finally blown

You'd better make up your mind, or you're on your own

Sometimes it can be so hard

Most times it'll turn you cold

It's gonna turn you cold

It's gonna turn you cold

Don't let it turn you cold