Oh, I may never learn, you never know.

Oh what you gonna do, Katie? You're a sweet, sweet girl; but it's a cruel, cruel world, a cruel, cruel world. My pins are none too strong, Katie; hurry up, Mrs Brown, I can feel it coming down and it won't take none too long. But since you said goodbye, polka dots fill my eyes and I don't know why. What you gonna do Katie? You're a sweet, sweet girl; but it's a cruel, cruel world a cruel, cruel world. Safety pins are none too strong, Katie; they hold my life together, and I never say never, and I never say never again.

In many ways, they'll miss the good old days.

If you've lost your faith in love and music; oh, the end won't be long. Because if it's gone for you, then I too may lose it and that would be wrong. I've tried so hard to keep myself from falling back into my bad old ways and it chars my heart to always hear you calling, calling for the good old days. Because there were no good old days, these are the good old days. It's not about tenements and needles and all the evils in their eyes and the backs of their minds. Daisy chains and school yard games and a list of things we said we'd do tomorrow, a list of things we said we'd do tomorrow.

Music is my radar.

Well is it cruel or kind not to speak my mind and to lie to you, rather than hurt you? Well, I'll confess all of my sins after several large gins, but still I'll hide from you, and hide what's inside from you. And alarm bells ring when you say your heart still sings. When you're with me, oh darling, please forgive me. But I no longer hear the music; oh, no, no, and all the memories of the pubs, and the clubs, and the drugs, and the tubs we shared together will stay with me forever. But all the highs, and the lows, and the tos, and the fros, they left me dizzy. Oh darling, please forgive me. But I no longer hear the music; oh, no, no. Well, I no longer hear the music when the lights go out. Love goes cold in the shades of doubt, the strange face in my mind is all too clear. Music when the lights come on, the boy I thought I knew has gone, and with him my heart, it disappeared. Well, I no longer hear the music; oh, no, no. And all the memories of the fights and nights, under blue lights, and all the kites we flew together; love, thought they'll fly forever. But all the highs, and the lows, and the tos, and the fros, they left me dizzy. Oh, won't you please forgive me?

Fuck me, I'm famous.

Professionally trendy in the glow of Claphams sun. There’s life after work and it can be such fun. You see all your models in magazines and on the walls. You wanna be just like them, cause they’re so cool. They’re just narcissists. Well, wouldn’t it be nice to be Dorian Gray? Just for a day. They’re just narcissists. Oh, what’s so great to be Dorian Gray everyday? We’re living in a looking glass as the beauty of life goes by. You’re going to be so oh, you’re going to grow so old, your skin so cold. Well, they’re just narcissists.

An ache in your soul.

The ideal boy, in London from France, came over and left me. He left me entranced. Now I have to get by once again on my own. Nothing but... memories. See, I remember your eyes in their dark shade of brown, while these brown eyes of mine, they stay closed. I kissed you goodbye on the M-109, I choked as I watched the bus go. Choking and smoking to your angelic soul, choking and smoking myself into a hole, where the only way out is to sleep and to dream, and to cry out your name.