me she said "Last night we spoke of love, now we're forced to part You leave to the sound of a marching drum and the beat of a lovers heart She was by
faces left stranded on this warm July Down in town the circuit's full of switchblade lovers, so fast, so shiny, so sharp As the wizards play down on
stony faces left stranded on this warm July Down in town the circuit's full of switchblade lovers, so fast, so shiny, so sharp As the wizards play down
