Last night these two bouncers and one of em's alright. The other one's the scary. And his way or no way, totalitarian. . He's got no time for you. Looking or breathing.
I can't explain but I wanna try. There's this image of you and I. And it goes dancing by. In the morning and the night time. . There's all these secrets that I can't keep.
Fake Tales of San Francisco. Echo through the room. More point to a wedding disco. Without a bride or groom. . There's a super cool band yeah. With their trilbies and their glasses of white wine.