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