Moving like a pipe dream
In and out of crime scenes
I can make you rich
Drowning in a silver screen
Whatever that means
Standing on my porch
In nothing but a headtorch
She did this to me
Like a tranquilliser dream
Or a movie scene
Old friend
Look in my eyes when you
Pretend
Pages of poems in my bin
You can try the locks
But you won't get in
I'll be in the Maldives
Every Christmas Eve
So I don't have to see
Any section of that scene
And ask you how've you been
Tell me was it so hard
Answers on a postcard
Lipstick on the seal
Why'd you always disappear?
I thought we had a deal
Old friend
Look in my eyes when you
Pretend
Pages of poems in my bin
You can try the locks
But you won't get in
I got stage fright
In the cinema last night
So I wrote another twist
On chapter nine
But no one noticed it
Moving like a light beam
In and out of bad dreams
Like a light beam
In your bad dreams
Moving like a light beam
In and out of bad dreams
Like a light beam
In your bad dreams
Old friend
Look in my eyes when you
Pretend
And gently push me off the
Deep end
Upon one thing I can depend
The smoke and the mirror won't be friends.