Flavour of Night

Long slender shadows pulsating in windows

While feathery curtain hide fountains of eyes

From the light



A different disease in another translation

Though you don't understand the 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 but 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