The special way the hunt began
And ended with London
On my mind
The nights from days and letters
Penned in earnest with heartstrings
Sent unsigned

In a round about sway
Not a word, not a sound
All's forgiven anyway

Haven't even slept, so I'm quiet as I'm kept
And more or less concussed for years
But I can't shake your body
So I shake mine instead when it's time to percuss

In a round about sway
Not a word, not a sound
All's forgiven anyway

Names escaped run amok with bottle caps for eyes
The nights from days ferried east
And ended with no one getting wise
On the Champs-Élysées
On no rest, you fluoresce
All's forgiven for forgotten
Men and women, more or less

In a round about sway
Not a word, not a sound
All's forgiven by the way

Men and women, it's time to percuss