The leaves on the table are all turning grey
The first time she saw you she hoped you were gay
It's hard to recover when you're the disease
But I'm ready I swear it, i'm walking around in these
Railway shoes
In my railway shoes

The ghost of your father is
Right by your side
He's so close to you that he's almost inside
He's guiding your head and he's guiding your limbs --

In the tower the lover sighs
"Good Sir Knight, please take my eyes-I've used them."
"Doctor, doctor, I'm on fire!"
"Oh, I'm sad to hear that, squire-we're closing."
She snuffs you out like silk
and pours you out like milk
But just before the dawn appears, draining all the blue away
And just before all your perspectives change
Isn't it strange?
On the black Fellini sails