Oh You, Old Thing Songtext / Lyric

Oh you

Old thing

Still got vibrations

In your streets



They move me to

Come down

From the chandelier

I have been watching you from



Bon soir

Bon soir ma ville

I'm gonna leave you now in the

Arms of babes



I've got a new way to live

Through the storms

You're so famous for

Oh, that's the sound of some new rocket

Upon the door






Who's gonna steam up all your dancehalls?

Who'll put your lilies in a vase?

When all the good men have

Had all their daughters, and

All the other men

Have fallen in with daisies?



Well, I don't want to be the last one standing

I don't want to reach the bitter end

As much as I have always loved your dancing

Well, I hate the sounds that come from crowds

That just don't get my moves



From here

In the sky

I see the rows of lights as as violent web

And I will miss

The way I got

Caught up in you



Oh you

Old thing



I'm gonna leave you now in the

Arms of babes

I've got a new way to live

In the storm

In the storm

In the storm