The return of the Thin White Duke Throwing darts in loversÂŽ 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, you drive like a demon from station to station The return of the Thin White Duke, throwing darts in loversÂŽ eyes The return of the Thin White Duke, throwing darts in loversÂŽ eyes The return of the Thin White Duke, making sure white stays 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 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 ItÂŽs not the side-effects of the cocaine IÂŽm thinking that it must be love ItÂŽs too late - to be grateful ItÂŽs too late - to be late again ItÂŽs too late - to be hateful The European cannon is here I must be only one in a million I wonÂŽt let the day pass without her ItÂŽs too late - to be grateful ItÂŽs too late - to be late again ItÂŽs too late - to be hateful The European cannon is here Should I believe that IÂŽve been stricken?
Does my face show some kind of glow? ItÂŽs too late - to be grateful ItÂŽs too late - to be late again ItÂŽs too late - to be hateful The European cannon is here, yes itÂŽs here ItÂŽs too late ItÂŽs too late, itÂŽs too late, itÂŽs too late, itÂŽs too late The European cannon is here