well now the battle can sleep in the golden mangroves   the fruit bats are sucking on the mingers   and the end will come   but the end will come slow   we'll take our tea and our coffee coloured clothes      there will be no screenplay in our heads   no you can't go home again   and there are no more lines to be read   it's time, time to begin, little darling      I go to the cathedral on christmas   yeah the candles and the gilded robes   all the girls with chilly ??? red from kisses   the insense smells a thousand years old.      a magazine party in the old tin yard   a girl had a seizure there   she was putting on her make up in the club car   there's make up everywhere.   ya little princess      well there's a look in your eyes    when all your lines go slack   I know you had to train but you took a cab back   go!      well now we tried to be strong and carry on   but somehow the party seemed doomed   there was a girl on the floor with her heartbeat gone   and death so kills the room.      we tried to be strong and carry on   we throw our heads back and howl   but the water was warm   and the currents were strong   and it's time to throw in the towel   little darling.      tonight's never been apart   shining like a city   here inside of your heart   I will try living on my own   we will grow old   take our tea   and our coffee coloured clothes.