Drop Nineteens

The Price Was High

Drop Nineteens


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