Lyrics:

I leapt across three or four beds into your arms
Where I had hidden myself somewhere in your charm
Our golden handshake has been smashed into this ship
It's taken magic to a primitive new place
Watch them run, although it's the minimum, heroic

We hunched together in one chair out on the deck
In snow that froze and fell down on the modern set
It looked as if I picked your name out of a hat
Next thing you know you are asleep in someone's lap
Watch them run, although it's the minimum, heroic

We quit the room
Quit so our thoughts could rest
Rest them on nothing new
That's when we grabbed a hold
Of whatever it is we fell into
Lousy with your good time
With what the majestic cannot find
In the business of your lives
The perception, it is wrong, mile after mile
The phantom tines drinking wine from your heels

We have arrived too late to play the bleeding heart show
We have arrived too late to play the bleeding heart show
We have arrived too late to play the bleeding heart show
We have arrived too late to play the bleeding heart show
We have arrived
We have arrived