oh you old thing still got vibrations in your streets they move me to come down from the chandelier i have been watching you from bon soir bon soir ma ville i m gonna leave you now in the arms of babes i ve got a new way to live through the storms you re so famous for oh that s the sound of some new rocket upon the door who s gonna steam up all your dancehalls who ll put your lilies in a vase when all the good men have had all their daughters and all the other men have fallen in with daisies well i don t want to be the last one standing i don t want to reach the bitter end as much as i have always loved your dancing i hate the sounds that come from crowds that just don t get my moves from here in the sky i see your rows of lights as a violent web and i will miss the way i got caught up in you oh you old thing i m gonna leave you now in the arms of babes i ve got a new way to live in the storm in the storm in the storm