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
