All along the coast of the old times lost
Up and round by the hill that you once shot
I engage it but can't control it at all
Just before dawn
Deep inside the pockets of a millionaire
Far behind the black rooms of a wedding pair
I can engage it but can't control it at all
How is the time when you were far from home
When you told the same old joke about the Belgian whore
How is the time when you finally dared
To leave behind the price of a season fare
All behind the view from a building's bed
On a wall beside the lining in her hair
She can't control it but she loves it all
Now is the time for the season fare
Now is the time will you finally dare