Flavour Of Night Lyrics - Hitchcock Robyn

Long slender shadows pulsating in windows 

While feathery curtains hide fountains of eyes from the light 

A different disease in another translation 

Though you don't understand a familiar sensation 

But who needs to talk when you're caught in the flavour of night 

And you, yeah you, with your ice cream hands 

You, yeah you, are my friend 

All that you want could be happening for you 

Just like the road that unrolls there before you tonight 

Eyes you don't trust the fingers have beckoned 

How long you got left--well, how long do you reckon 

But who goes to waste when they're tasting the flavour of night 

And you, yeah you, with your ice cream hands 

You, yeah you, are my friend