Last Rites

When you'e feelin' restless and brokenhearted

And you can't spare the time for me

When the lights go down in a broken downtown

And your head plays dead symphonies

You say your bicycle tires are flat and your heart's in a mess

That's 40 miles of bad road for me

Will you come spend Christmas in Copenhagen?

Comets fly, come escape with me

Simone, Simone

You say your bicycle tires are flat and your heart's in a mess

And you walk through the streets in a dream

Watch the sunlight dance off a broken zoom lens

And you talk in your sleep to me

So, you feel so sickly and brokenhearted

And you don't ever mind for me

If we don't spend Christmas in Copenhagen

Would you at least say last rites for me?

Simone, Simone, Simone