The return of the thin white duke,
throwing darts in lovers' eyes.
Here are we, one magical moment.
Such is the stuff from where dreams are woven.
Bending sound; dredging the ocean,
lost in my circle.
Here am I, flashing no colour,
tall in this room overlooking the ocean.
Here are we, one magical movement
from kether to malkuth.
There are you.
Drive like a demon from station to station.
The return of the thin white duke,
throwing darts in lovers' eyes.
The return of the thin white duke,
throwing darts in lovers' eyes.
The return of the thin white duke,
making sure white stains.
Once there were mountains on mountains,
and once there were sunbirds to soar with,
and once I could never be down.
Got to keep searching and searching,
and, oh, what will I be believing,
and who will connect me with love?
Wonder who, wonder who, wonder when.
Have you sought fortune, evasive and shy?
Drink to the men who protect you and I
Drink, drink; drain your glass.
Raise your glass high.
It's not the side effects of the cocaine.
I'm thinking that it must be love.
It's too late to be grateful.
It's too late to be late again.
It's too late to be hateful.
The European cannon is here.
I must be only one in a million.
I won't let the day pass without her.
It's too late to be grateful.
It's too late to be late again.
It's too late to be hateful.
The European cannon is here.
Should I believe that I've been stricken?
Does my face show some kind of glow?
It's too late to be grateful.
It's too late to be late again.
It's too late to be hateful.
The European cannon is here.
It's too late.
It's too late.
It's too late.
It's too late.
It's too late.
The European cannon is here.
