The return of the Thin White Duke
Throwing darts
In lovers eyes
Here are we one magical moment
Such is the stuff from
Where dreams are woven
Bending sound
Dredging the ocean lost in my circle
Here am I
Flashing no colour tall in this room
Overlooking the ocean
Here are we
One magical movement
From Kether to Malkuth 1
There are you
You drive like a demon
From station to station
The return of the Thin White Duke
Throwing darts
In lovers eyes
The return of the Thin White Duke
Throwing darts
In lovers eyes
The return of the Thin White Duke,
Making sure white stains
Once there were mountains on mountains
And once there were sunbirds to soar with
And once I could never be down
Got to keep searching and searching
Oh, what will I be believing and who will connect me with love?
Wonderful, wonder who, wonder when
Have you sought fortune, evasive and shy?
Drink to the men who protect you and I
Drink, drink, drain your glass, raise your glass high
Its not the side-effects of the cocaine
Im thinking that it must be love
Its too late – to be grateful
Its too late – to be late again
Its too late – to be hateful
The european cannon is here
I must be only one in a million
I wont let the day pass without her
Its too late – to be grateful
Its too late – to be late again
Its too late – to be hateful
The european cannon is here
Should I believe that Ive been stricken?
Does my face show some kind of glow?
Its too late – to be grateful
Its too late – to be late again
Its too late – to be hateful
The european cannon is here, yes its here
Its too late
Its too late
Its too late
Its too late
Its too late
The european cannon is here
Its not the side-effects of the cocaine
Im thinking that it must be love
Its too late – to be grateful
Its too late – to be late again
Its too late – to be hateful
The european cannon is here
I must be only one in a million
I wont let the day pass without her
Its too late – to be grateful
Its too late – to be late again
Its too late – to be hateful
The european cannon is here
Should I believe that Ive been stricken?
Does my face show some kind of glow?
Its too late – to be grateful
Its too late – to be late again
Its too late – to be hateful
The european cannon is here, yes its here
Its too late