[I. Brief Encounter]

A spider wanders aimlessly within the warmth of a shadow
Not the regal creature of border caves
But the poor, misguided, directionless familiar of some obscure Scottish poet
The mist crawls from the canal like some primordial phantom of romance
To curl under a cascade of neon pollen
While I sit tied to the phone like an expectant father
Your carnation will rot in a vase

II. Lost Weekend

A train sleeps in a siding, the driver guzzles another can of lager (lager)
To wash away the memories of a Friday night down at the club
She was a wallflower at sixteen, she'll be a wallflower at thirty four
Her mother called her beautiful, her daddy said, a whore

[III. Blue Angel]

The sky was Bible black in Lyon when I met the Magdalene
She was paralysed in a streetlight, she refused to give her name
And a ring of violet bruises, they were pinned upon her arm
Two hundred francs for sanctuary and she led me by the hand
To a room of dancing shadows where all the heartache disappears
And from glowing tongues of candles I heard her whisper in my ear
J'entend ton coeur, j'entend ton coeur
I can hear your heart, I can hear your heart
I can hear your heart, hear your heart
I hear your heart

[IV. Misplaced Rendezvous]

It's getting late for scribbling and scratching on the paper
Something's gonna give under this pressure
And the cracks are already beginning to show
It's too late, the weekend career girl never boarded the plane
They said this could never happen again
So wrong, so wrong

This time it seems to be another misplaced rendezvous
This time it's looking like another misplaced rendezvous with you
The parallel of you, you

[V. Windswept Thumb]

On the outskirts of nowhere, on the ringroad to somewhere
On the verge of indecision, I'll always take the roundabout way
Waiting on the rain for I was born with a habit from a sign
The habit of a windswept thumb and the sign of the rain
(Rain on me)