I'm sitting in a bar
Staring that the universe that's in my drink
The motion of my straw
Is stirring anti-clockwise in the glass

I recall the moments, well
And I raise my glass to you
You held me in your arms
And saved me from despair

And as I'm older and more stupid
The years have etched stupidity into my skull
I condemn my foolishness
And I raise my glass to you

Yeah, the world is packed with murderers and madmen
They promise us a slow, slow death
Those who torturne with a smile
I don't like their idea of business at all

And in this drink I see my momentary freedom
But I know the smell of my own prison
Yes, I know it well
I know the smell of me

Fascination won't change my mind

I hear those telephones ringing
Everybody wants out
Ring, all those sleepless nights
And those wailing phones won't set things right

Such a state of disorder
Go one way, two ways, four
Anyway, our feet are still cramped
Oh, sure it's a concrete idea
You can say what you want
Fascination won't change my mind
You can say what you want
Fascination won't change my mind
You can say what you want
Fascination won't change my mind
You can say what you want
Fascination won't change my mind