Текст песни Last Chants for the Slow Dance

So it begins, my eyes implore listen harder Spirit like a wavering flame Promiscuity of a failed romantic Trickles like water from the brain I'm face to face with my lonely portrait Dancing with sailors in tiny rooms The more scribbled the name bigger the fame Last chants for the slow dance And a drunkard sang like there was no tomorrow And I sung with that cub-mistress voice One step I'm nearer, alright, two steps I'm gone Sing time in an empty hall, sing on, sing on Sing time in an empty hall, sing on, sing on Deep in the discos where the children are grown I hear those stories of broken homes From my masturbation clones Last chants for the slow dance Last chants for the slow dance I'm the best of the bunch, always making the most You just like puppets watch my shadow Even dwarves started small and are wiser than most They sit in grey everyday Last chants for the slow dance Last chants for the slow dance