Lyrics:
Long Slender Shadows Pulsating In Windowswhile Feathery Curtain Hide Fountains Of Eyesfrom The Lighta Different Disease In Another Translationthough You Don't Understand The Familiar Sensationbut Who Needs To Talk When You're Caught In The Flavour Of Nightand You, Yeah You With Your Ice Cream Handsyou, Yeah You Are My Friendall That You Want Could Be Happening For Youjust Like The Road That Unrolls There Before Youtonighteyes You Don't Trust But The Fingers Have Beckonedhow Long You Got Left Well, How Long Do You Reckonbut Who Goes To Waste When They're Tasting The Flavour Of Nightand You, Yeah You With Your Ice Cream Handsyou, Yeah You Are My Friend