Credits
PERFORMING ARTISTS
Marillion
Vocals
Ian Mosley
Drums
Mark Kelly
Keyboards
Peter Trewavas
Bass Guitar
Steve Rothery
Guitar
Fish
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Derek Dick
Composer
Ian Mosley
Composer
Mark Kelly
Songwriter
Steve Rothery
Composer
Peter Trewavas
Composer
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Chris Kimsey For Wonderknob Ltd
Producer
Chris Kimsey
Producer
Lyrics
You pick out your credit cards and check into the night
A dozen tequilas and you're feeling alright
So you swim to the disco, out of your depth jaded gigolo
Your lucky charms are tarnished so you leave alone
But there's one place left to go before the taxi home
After all you've made your marks
One night you'll play Elizabeth Taylor
The next night you're Marilyn Monroe
Forever kissing frogs that think they're princes
Oh, Lady Nina, where did all the romance go?
Your little sister baby-sits, your husband picks you up at six
The makeup hides the bruises and the tears so they never show
Cause your beauty is the only thing you've ever owned
It's the only way you've ever known to make your marks
You made your marks, you made your marks
Lady Nina, I'd love to take you home with me
But I love my wife and I love my family
I've got a good job, responsibilities
And I need to keep respect from society
I know you'll never act with me
I know that you're in love with me
So how do I compare to the sailors of the ships of the night?
Was I all right? Won't you come tonight, Lady Nina?
You made your marks
Ebony flowers pinned to a velvet cushion in a red light
And Edith Piaf sings a lullaby for the night
Just making marks, just making marks
You made your marks
And you made your mark
Written by: Derek Dick, Ian Mosley, Mark Kelly, Peter Trewavas, Steve Rothery

