Oh you
Old thing
Still got vibrations
In your streets
They move me to come down
From the chandelier
I have been watching you from
Bon soir
Bon soir ma ville
I'm gonna leave you now
In the arms of babes
I've got a new way to live
Through the storms you're so famous for -
Oh, that's the sound of some new rocket
Upon the door
Who's gonna steam up all your dancehalls?
Who'll put your lilies in a vase
When all the good men have had all their daughters, and
All the other men have fallen in with daisies?
Well, I don't want to be the last one standing
I don't want to reach the bitter end
As much as I have always loved your dancing
I hate the sounds that come from crowds
That just don't get
My moves
From here
In the sky
I see your rows of lights
As a violent web
And I will miss
The way I got caught up in you
Oh you
Old thing
I'm gonna leave you now
In the arms of babes
I've got a new way to live
In the storm, in the storm
In the storm
