[ Featuring the Ghosts, Neil Leyton ]
Slowdancing nineteen seventy-four
With hearts turning as revolving doors
In shut down saloons amidst lost dreams
Or Berlin wall memories up on your screen
You don't let love in, can't let love in, no
You can't bear to believe anymore
Any shadow of emotion has walked out your door
Tonight you know it is not your fault
No autonomy, the betrayal of the self
Slowdancing your nights all away
Rhetorical questions haunting yesterdays
At the entrance hall of the pharmacy
The arguments rage in infant memories
Why can't you see, oh, don't you see now?
You can't bear to believe anymore
Set back a hundred years or even more
Now tonight you know it is all your fault
You betrayed everybody, including yourself
Yes you did, uh huh
These days I just wanna stay in bed
It's hard to believe that she will ever feel again
Lying beside me is the cadaver of our dreams
With the belief in a lost generation of humanity
So I say bury them
Bury them both
Bury them all
As we drove, oh, his ashes down to Coruche
Yes we did bury them
Bury them all, yes
I will, I will, oh
