I'm sitting in a bar

Staring that the universe that's in my drink

The motion of my straw

Is stirring anti-clockwise in the glass

I recall the moments...well

And I raise my glass to you

You held me in your arms

And saved me from despair

And as I'm older and more stupid

The years have etched stupidity into my skull

I condemn my foolishness

And I raise my glass to you

Yeah, the world is packed with murderers and madmen

They promise us a slow, slow death

Those who torturne with a smile

I don't like their idea of business at all

And in this drink I see my momentary freedom

But I know the smell of my own prison



Yes, I know it well

I know the smell of me

(Fascination won't change my mind)

I hear those telephones ringing

Everybody wants out

Ring...all those sleepless nights

And those wailing phones won't set things right

Such a state of disorder

Go one way, two ways, four

Anyway, our feet are still cramped

Oh, sure it's a concrete idea

You can say what you want

Fascination won't change my mind

You can say what you want

Fascination won't change my mind

You can say what you want

Fascination won't change my mind

You can say what you want

Fascination won't change my mind