Из альбома: The Good Life
New year's eve
Fine dark suits
Paper hats
Les grands salutes
Your tear stained speech
And your wounded eyes
Your frail attempts
To be remembered -
Takes me down
Dries me out
It shoves me around
Blows my flame out
The moon is on
And the morning lurks
But the mood is gone
With the fireworks
I lost my faith
In new year's eve
Serpentines
Cheap cigars
Sparkling wine
Fallen stars
Takes me down
It's time to quit
And start again
Only god knows
What we're celebrating