| It’s not right but it’s now or never
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| And if I wait could I ever forgive myself?
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| On a night when the moon glows yellow in the riptide
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| With the light from the TVs buzzing in the house
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| Cuz I’m gonna cut it where I can
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| And then I’m gonna duck out behind them
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| If I ever had a chance it’s now then
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| But I never had the feeling I could offer that to you
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| To offer it to you would be cruel
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| When all I want to do is use, use you
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| He was a diplomat’s son
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| It was '81
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| Dressed in white with my car keys hidden in the kitchen
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| I could sleep wherever I lay my head
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| And the sight of your two shoes sitting in the bathtub
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| Let me know that I shouldn’t give up just yet
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| Cuz I’m gonna take it from Simon
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| And then I’m gonna duck out behind them
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| If I ever had a chance it’s now then
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| But I never had the feeling I could offer that to you
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| To offer it to you would be cruel
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| When all I want to do is use, use you
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| He was a diplomat’s son
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| It was '81
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| I know, you’ll say
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| I’m not doing it right
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| But this is how I want it I can’t go back
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| To how I felt before
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| That night I smoked a joint
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| With my best friend
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| We found ourselves in bed
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| When I woke up he was gone
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| He was the diplomat’s son
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| It was '81
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| Looking out at the ice-cold water all around me I can’t feel any traces of that other place
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| In the dark when the wind comes racing off the river
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| There’s a car all black with diplomatic plates |