So they've finished their last set it seems
The jazzmen pack up their notes and throw away the key.
And our carafe of house Loire is getting thin
And I'm noticing - God, I'm noticing...
The drooping tulips on the pendant hanging from your neck
Such a sweet bouquet embracing me.
Embracing your two lips pleasant in drink and talk About all that film noir and the back seat of a car. And our waitress speaking broken English,
Says it's time to go
And I'm noticing - God, I'm noticing...
The drooping tulips on the pendant hanging from your neck
Such a sweet bouquet embracing me.
Embracing your tulips leaving red upon the cloth
It's time to pay our way,
The night is calling us
Back to the Old Town
Into the midnight sun.
And all the nightshade flowers on the lane And I'm noticing - God, I'm noticing...
The drooping tulips on the pendant hanging from your neck
Such a sweet bouquet embracing me.
And every cent that I find in the street reminds me of you.