'cause if the bugler starts to play, we too must dance

schoolbag in hand, she leaves home in the early morning

and the look that he gave her made me shiver because he always used to look at me that way

gives me of his small philosophy

and every day the hold is getting tighter, and it troubles me so

none of my friends would be so stupidly impatient

keep thinkin' 'bout his angeleyes keep thinkin'

was it hard to step down from your throne and to know tonight you're all alone?

how does it feel? I guess it hurts your pride tell me, my friend, how many nights you cried

head over heels, setting the pace

oh, what a shame; you really want that girl she doesn't care, still you just dream of her

I'm the street you walk, the language you talk; I am the city

these walls have witnessed all the anguish of humiliation

persuade him that the answer to his question is a definite no

in the twilight hour I am alone

I'm really glad you came you know the rules, you know the game master of the scene

persuade him that the answer to his question is a definite no

keep thinkin' 'bout his angeleyes keep thinkin'

the songs that you and I don't sing

clear-headed and open-eyed

carries on the way he does, and me, I get so tired

you know the future is cast in the shadows no one else sees it, but you know your fate

all illusion, no disturbance, no intrusion

voulez-vous? Take it now or leave it

I must have lit my seventh cigarette at half past two and at the time I never even noticed I was blue

won't somebody tell me what I hear in the distance, but growing near?

when the summer's over and the dark clouds hide the sun

I hardly dare to think of what would happen, where I'd be if I fell under attack

I need a rest from our daily little dramas yes I really do

and one day you'll find out he wears a disguise don't look too deep into those angeleyes oh, no, no, no, no, no