Oh you,old thing.
Still got vibrationsin your streets.
They move me to come downfrom the chandelier
I have been watching you from.
Bon soir,bon soir ma ville.
I'm gonna leave you nowin the arms of babes.
I've got a new way to livethrough the storms you're so famous for -oh, that's the sound of some new rocketupon the door.
Who's gonna steam up all your dancehalls?
Who'll put your lilies in a vase,when all the good men have had all their daughters, andall the other men have fallen in with daises?
I don't want to be the last one standing,
I don't want to reach the bitter end.
As much as 
I have always loved your dancing,
I hate the sounds that come from crowdsthat just don't getmy moves.
From here,in the sky,
I see rows of lgihtsas as violent web.
And I will missthe way 
I got caught up in you.
Oh you,old thing.
I'm gonna leave you nowin the arms of babes.
I've got a new way to livein the storm, in the stormin the storm.