In a dream it would seem I went to those who close the open door Turning the key, I sat and spoke to those inside of me
They answered my questions with questions And pointed me into the night Where the moon was a star-painted dancer And the world was just a spectrum of light
They reached to my center of reason And pulled on the touchstone that's there The shock of that light had me reeling And I fell into the depths of despair
They answered my questions with questions And set me to stand on the brink Where the sun and the moon were as brothers And all that was left was to think
They answered my questions with questions And pointed me into the night The power that bore me had left me alone To figure out which way was right
Verse 1: Lover, lover why do you push, why do you push, why do you push. Baby, baby, did you forget about me. 'Cause I've been standing in the back of your life, back row centre just above the ice, please don't ask me how I've been getting off.
CHORUS: It's a fine line between pleasure and pain, you've done it once, you can do it again, whatever you've done don't try to explain, it's a fine, fine line between Pleasure and Pain.
Verse 2: Sooner or later you'll find your place, find your body and you'll find your grace. I won't ask you, how you've been getting off. No, I won't ask you how you've been getting off.
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Repeat verse 1
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Well you've got your diamonds And you've got your pretty clothes And the chauffeur drives your car You let everybody know But don't play with me 'cause you're playing with fire Your mother she's an heiress On the block in St Johns Wood And your father be there with her If he only could But don't play with me 'cause you're playing with fire You're playing with fire Old man took her diamonds And tiaras by the score Now she gets her kicks in Stepney Not in Knightsbridge any more
So don't play with me 'cause you're playing with fire You're playing with fire Well you've got your diamonds And you've got your pretty clothes And the chauffeur drives your car You let everybody know So don't play with me 'cause you're playing with fire You're playing with fire
Post office clerk puts up a sign saying "Position Closed" and secretaries turn off typewriters and put on their coats. Janitors padlock the gates for security guards to patrol and bachelors phone up their friends for a drink while the married ones turn on a chat show and they'll all be lonely tonight and lonely tomorrow.
CHORUS: And Nothing Ever Happens, nothing happens at all, the needle returns to the start of the song and we all sing along like before. And we'll all be lonely tonight and lonely tomorrow.
Telephone exchanges click while there's nobody there, the Martians could land in the car park and no one would care. Closed circut cameras in department stores shoot the same movie every day and the stars of these films neither die nor get killed, just survive constant action replay.
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By five o'clock everything's dead and every third car is a cab. Ignorant people sleep intheir beds like the doped white mice in the college lab.
'Twas in another lifetime One of soil and blood When blackness was a virtue And the road was full of mud I came in from the wilderness A creature wild in form Come in, she said, I'll give you Shelter from the storm Not a word was spoken between us There was little risk involved Everything up to that point Had been left unresolved Try imagining a place Where it's always safe and warm Come in, she said, I'll give you
Shelter from the storm The deputy walks on hard nails And the preacher rides a mount But nothing really matters very much It's the doom alone that counts And the one-eyed undertaker He blows a futile horn Come in, she said, I'll give you Shelter from the storm