Everything comes and goes

Marked by lovers and styles of clothes

Things that you held high

And told yourself were true

Lost or changing as the days come down to you

Down to you

Constant stranger

You're a kind person

You're a cold person too

It's down to you

It all comes down to you.

You go down to the pick up station

Craving warmth and beauty

You settle for less than fascination

A few drinks later you're not so choosy

When the closing lights strip off the shadows

On this strange new flesh you've found

Clutching the night to you like a fig leaf

You hurry

To the blackness

And the blankets

To lay down an impression

And your loneliness



In the morning there are lovers in the street

They look so high

You brush against a stranger

And you both apologize

Old friends seem indifferent

You must have brought that on

Old bonds have broken down

Love is gone

Ooh, love is gone

Written on your spirit this sad song

Love is gone



Everything comes and goes

Pleasure moves on too early

And trouble leaves too slow

Just when you're thinking

You've finally got it made

Bad news comes knocking

At your garden gate

Knocking for you

Constant stranger

You're a brute-you're an angel

You can crawl-you can fly too

It's down to you

It all comes down to you