Quarter to 3, she's in the hallway
Waiting to hear your signal call
Wrestle direction in old apartments
We get home, a car is waiting
Specialty for her opening night
Thou art the captain and her the baby
Windows rolled up
Windows rolled up
She make a face while the crowd is humming
Hexing the altar of absent mind
Taping a picture of father orange
But where will I be tonight when opportunity knocks?
And will I carry dozens of roses?
Here it comes, a knock right at my door
Back in the mirror for preparation
Operator, body dissolvе
Operator, body dissolve