restless are the few ...tender is the night ...tragic are the values ...to the back of your mind ...the choice is not the best ...blame it on the brunette ...Powers of the weak ...the back of your mind ...blame it on the brunette

uff comes down from the golden triangle ...On ferries from Denmar...The band strikes up but...On synthesiser and was...oden tulips grow by the roadside ...ass baubles hang in the station ...Just like the passenger's imitati...Then it hits you she was just the dregs ...Kick that brunette into a pond ...It's in the center of the darkest night ...Her act, it seems so superficia...Now you've shed the old one like a worn...It was all your fault but you blame her too ... phony but at least it's new ...And it comes from a bottle...ess sunsets glow in the distance ...Into the sunsets into the distance ... you've got to lick it ...Put it in the mail box ...Put it in the fail box ... seem to learn from the school of hard knoc... past and laughs at the pond