The special way the hunt began
and ended with London on my mind
The nights from days and letters penned in earnest
with heartstrings sent unsigned

In a round about sway
Not a word, not a sound
All's forgiven anyway

Haven't even slept so I'm quiet as I'm kept
and more or less concussed for years
But I can't shake your body
so I shake mine instead when it's time to percuss

In a round about sway
Not a word, not a sound
All's forgiven anyway

Names escaped run amok with bottle caps for eyes
The nights from days ferried east
and ended with no one getting wise
On the Champs-Élysées on no rest, you fluoresce
All's forgiven for forgotten men and women, more or less

In a round about sway
Not a word, not a sound
All's forgiven by the way
Men and women, it's time to percuss