Oh You, Old Thing

Oh you, old thing

Still got vibrations in your streets

Then you move me to come down from the chandelier

I have been watching you from

Bonsoir, bonsoir ma ville

I'm gonna leave you now in the arms of babes

I've got a new way to live

Through the storms you're so famous for

That's the sound of some new rocket upon the door

Who's gonna steam up all your dance halls

Who'll put your lilies in a vase

When all the good men have had all their daughters and

All the other men have fallen in with daisies

Well, I don't wanna be the last one standing

I don't wanna reach the bitter end

As much as I have always loved your dancing

I hate the sounds that come from crowds that just don't get my moves

From here in the sky

I see your rows of lights as a violent web

And I will miss the way I got caught up in you

Oh you, old thing

I'm gonna leave you now in the arms of babes

I got a new way to live

In the storm

In the storm

In the storm