Before the setting sun reclines
We hear Westminster chimes
You’ve gone to stealing cars
From Mars bars
And never fail
Always in your painted nails
One day we’ll work the world
Without these stimulants
And as thought bubbles form above you
You know that I have always loved you

I love your ways
Love your little ways
Love your ways

Somewhere up in the sky
The Hindenburg still flies
You’re still flying from the night before
Last night the big score
As we lie half in traction
And in stereo start to dream
Architecture, nature, alcohol
Space travel, rock n roll

Shop windows at night
And endless possibilities
The mannequin’s blank face
Reflecting how you feel
So glamorous and surreal
It’s a thin veneer
And something’s got to give out here
I’m dreaming number 99
Get me to the world on time

I love your ways
I love your little ways
Love your ways

I was born on a close street down a hill
The trees that line the street
Could sense the winter change
They felt the chill
They ducked and dived
And so we knew that they were alive
Until the year the silver rain came down
The trees turned mauve
And so did my hands
Oh, and the sound . . .
There was no sound and I’m freezing in the sun
Nobody cares to hide the dopeheads and the suicides
‘Cause everyone freezes in the sun

I kicked around with Harry
Who lived near Salisbury Plain
He worked on the cathedral there every now and again
He worked with stone, carved with stone
Odd jobs on the telephone
One sunny day he was sent to the Houses of Parliament
chipping’ away at the gargoyles
Under the blistering sun
He carved out “Maggie Sucks” on the backs of every one
And so in five-hundred years
There’s gonna be some history here
After it all subsides in the sun

And it’s fallin’ away

Another year, another loon
A new pied piper calls the tune
So blow it up, watch it explode
Noah’s ark on overload
Wrestle with the results and throw ’em round the ring
Everybody knows there ain’t no rules in wrestling
The referee’s a dupe
Who only old ladies and children believe
I’m getting up now to leave
I’ll go back to that street someday
The air’s better there anyway
Though the trees are still gonna freeze in the sun

And it’s fallin’ away
And I don’t wanna know
I’m glad I don’t know
What’s draggin’ it under