Larks' Tongues in Aspic

Now...in this faraway land Strange...that the palms of my hands Should be damp with expectancy Spring...and the air's turning mild City lights...and the glimpse of a child Of the alleyway infantry Friends...do they know what i mean Rain...and the gat

Your admirers on the street Gotta hoot and stamp their feet In the heat from your physique As you twinkle by in moccasin sneakers And i thought my heart would break When you doubled up at the stake With your fingers all a-shake You could never tell a

If i only could deceive you Forgetting the game Every time i try to leave you You laugh just the same 'cause my wheels never touch the road And the jumble of lies we told Just returns to my back to weigh me down... We lay cards upon the table The bac