Black Debonair

Black Debonair

Black Debonair

Through the mist of my eyes

And the raining of tears

Under dark skies

Nothing looks so easy

Than the hardest things to do

And nothing looks so hard

Than the easy words to say

Turning round and round, round, round

I found myself in a bar

With a girl at my side

And she said

"Give me a whiskey

And a gingerale at the side"

At her side

I was sitting for hours

Just staring at her sunny shine face

She was, Easy come

Hard to hold, Easy go

The pavement my feet walks upon

Is filled with cracks

Some day I might fall

Through

Tous jours, oui Tous jours, Tous jours

Voul avez vu l'enfant

De violence

You look at a picture of

Me in my youth and it still affects me

Nothing really matters and

Noone really cares

I was looking for her eyes

But I searched too far

In a passion of warm colours

I swept away and told her:

"You're like smooth

Like eyes and lips

You're like dreaming

Like nice and trips"

But nothing really mattered and

She really didn't care

It rained all night

And hailed all day

And I ran out of light

Just as I threw my matches away

Promising salvation

I kissed her pale flaking lips

I took two not very deep

Breaths, then

Threw myself into oblivion

Despite the promises

I suddenly, when it all

Ended up, found myself

At the edge of the water

Under the dark skies

And everything was gone