| When the cock crows
|
| And the wind blows
|
| And the primrose of dawn
|
| Is at your windows
|
| Moving through the deep
|
| You chase dreams across your sleep
|
| Scarecrows, waiting at your door
|
| In the last days of the century
|
| Leaning from your balcony
|
| You said this is how its meant to be
|
| Can’t you feel it in the air
|
| See that light come shining down
|
| All the way to Chinatown
|
| See it come from miles around
|
| Reflecting everywhere
|
| You wore black clothes
|
| You quoted Shakespeare
|
| You still make me shake
|
| When you get this near
|
| You look like a still from Cecil B. DeMille
|
| When I saw you waiting at my door
|
| In the last days of the century
|
| Leaning from y our balcony
|
| You say changes come so rapidly
|
| You can feel them in the air
|
| Whoever you pretend to be
|
| You must face yourself eventually
|
| In the last days of the century
|
| Who knows who we were
|
| In the last days of the century
|
| Leaning from your balcony
|
| You said this is how it’s meant to be
|
| Can’t you feel it in the air
|
| See that light come shining down
|
| All the way to Chinatown
|
| See it shine from miles around
|
| Reflecting everywere |