歌词
He ran, in the slick black street
Looking back
Over his shoulder
The streetlights watched and winked
He ran, sweating, in the rain
He had left them, sipping cocktails like
In a silent movie.
A roomful of teeth, white and waiting
Walls & windows breathing
He slipped, in the gutter
Weeping in frustration
Spinning from martinis
Laughing at the water
- The highs are too high
- And the lows are way too low
Strangers changing faces
Underneath umbrellas
Turning into animals
A predatory carnival
- The highs are too high
- And the lows are way too low
Sleeping in their taxis
Old men behind their papers
The women in the alley
Are smiling at him strangely
- The highs are too high
- And the lows are way too low