Back on Midnight Street in Knightbridge
In the fall of eighty-three
She would leaf through first editions
With his hand upon her knee
While she sat naked by the window
Reading "Leda and the Swan"
Saying you be my Ulysses
And he'd just say come on...

And they'd go
Over and over...over and over again
Lost inside of time...never
Wondering why
The world's a meditation they
Thought would never end...

She was talking in tongues
He was lost inside her eyes
She said God is in the details
He said God's between your thighs
And he couldn't find an inch of
Her he hadn't memorized...and
They'd melt into one
Talking in tongues...
Ooh, they were talking in tongues...

She had come right out of nowhere
He was staggered from the start
And it's not the years but
Mileage when it's matters of the heart...

And from the first time that he
Touched her
He was lost and he was found
She offered him her everything
He followed her on down...

And they went over and
Over...over and over again
Lost inside of time...never
Wondering why
The world's a meditation they
Thought would never end...

She was talking in tongues
He was lost inside her eyes
She said God is in the details
He said God's between your thighs
And he couldn't find an inch of
Her he hadn't memorized...and
They'd melt into one
Talking in tongues...
Oh, they were talking in tongues...

Saying...

I could here their voices...

She was talking in tongues
He was lost inside her eyes
She said God is in the details
He said God's between your thighs
And he couldn't find an inch of
Her he hadn't memorized...and
They would melt into one
Talking in tongues...

Lost inside her eyes
She said God is in the details
He said God's between your thighs
And he couldn't find an inch of
Her he hadn't memorized...and
They would melt into one
Talking in tongues...
Ooh, they were talking in tongues...

Can you hear the voices...

I can here 'em saying...

Talking in tongues...

I can hear 'em...