It's all the same old drudgery
and once you're sick of it
you should call me
we can hit all the familiar watering holes
delve deep into each other's souls
everything is just as the crow flies
when the most suitable theoretical conclusions
are on your terms
we can linger on until the doors are closed
fill our hearts with smoke to remain composed
wander from one corner to the next
with such certainty of stride
but with a mind perplexed
by the currency of secrecy
and how I'm willing to spend it all on you my dear
It seems once the world is asleep
There are some secrets which you
would be fool to keep
the man on the moon is a miser
but once he retires you will be none the wiser
It's all the same old same old
But once you're sick to death of it
You should call me
Whenever you want
Whenever you want