The Reckoning Lyrics - Fall

I phoned you up from Dallas 

But your heart was still in marble 

And your head 

Was reckoning 

Your friends are dis-compos-mentis 

And like most in leather jackets are 

Coveting 

Reckoning, reckoning 

And you're sleeping with some hippie half-wit 

Who thinks, he's Mr. Mark Smith 

Reckoning 

Beckoning, reckoning, reckoning 

I'm left alone in Europe 

Consulting an atlas 

Wandering 

Wandering 

And it's evil that you spark off 

In disguise as basic truth 

Listening 

Listening, listening 

Reckoning 

Reckoning 

Reckoning 

Beckoning 

Reckoning 

Beckoning 

Reckoning