Another foggy night in London town. All the dreamers are asleep. No one understands what I have found. No, not even me. . Foolishly, I fall. To the obvious pattern of it all.
You were planning to stay in, you had it carefully planned. Your coat was hanging in the hall, your hat was in your hand. You walked over to your woman, your pale distracted love.
Walk in the room, I'm a man on a mission. You're standing there and I feel that connection. I break the ice and I ask what your name is. Then I recall that we already did this.
there is woman-pie in here. mr. evangalist says she's hit. the best cook you ever had. ya can't blame the good-woman now, dad. and ya looked him up for 20 years.
This town's too small. You run around like you do. You're taking things. Just don't belong to you. . Picture yourself inside a room now. Imagine the freedom that you'll lose.
She passed by my window. Her eyes were all aglow. Bent to pick her glove shed dropped. From the bright and brittle snow. . Nature had spoken it in the Spring.
Conspiracy theory. Better keep it down. 'Cause the walls are thin. And the word is out now. . Lock your lip. Don't you make sound. 'Cause the walls are thin.
Once she lay open like a road. Carved apart the madness that I stumbled from. But she fell away. She fell away. . Shed me like a skin. She fell away. Left me holding everything, oh.
This is a dead letter tale. If I could make this print talk. You made a deep mark/deep mark on me. and only saints say such things as those. so I slid under the floor.
Well, I lived with one. Well, I lived with one, I lived with two,. I even lived with a third. I wanna tell you about number one. He was a miserable shitwringing turd.
O say goodbye to the little girl tree. O you know that I must say goodbye. To the little girl tree. This wall I built around you. Is made out of stone-lies.
Born of the river. Born of its ever changing, never changing murky water. Oh riverboat just rollin' along through the great, great greasy city. Huck standing like a Saint upon its deck.
I climbed the hill, lay in the grass. A little dark eyes girl drifted past. She said, "All the best has come, it could not last. And the worst is has come true".
Down the road I look and there runs Mary. Hair of gold and lips like cherries. We go down to the river where the willows weep. Take a naked root for a lovers seat.
[As sung by Mick Harvey; Nick's live versions deviate from this.]. Credits: Humphreys/Lovett/Richards/Lynch/Anderson/LPA. . I look at you in your sad dark eyes.
Jack of Diamonds, Jack of Diamonds, I know you most of all. You've robbed my poor pockets of silver and gold. And whiskey, you villain, you've been my down fall.
Jack of Diamonds, Jack of Diamonds, I know you most of all. You've robbed my poor pockets of silver and gold. And whiskey, you villain, you've been my down fall.
Jack of Diamonds, Jack of Diamonds, I know you most of all. You've robbed my poor pockets of silver and gold. And whiskey, you villain, you've been my down fall.
Just running scared, each place we go. So afraid, that he might show. Yeah, running scared, what would I do. If he came back and wanted you?. . Just running scared, feeling low.
Let me say this to you. Ill be steadfast and true. My love will never falter. . The sea would crash about us. The waves would lash about us. Ill be your Rock of Gibraltar.