Oh you, old thing
Still got vibrations in your streets
Then you move me to come down from the chandelier
I have been watching you from

Bonsoir, bonsoir ma ville
I'm gonna leave you now in the arms of babes
I've got a new way to live
Through the storms you're so famous for
That's the sound of some new rocket upon the door

Who's gonna steam up all your dance halls
Who'll put your lilies in a vase
When all the good men have had all their daughters and
All the other men have fallen in with daisies
Well I don't wanna be the last one standing
I don't wanna reach the bitter end
As much as I have always loved your dancing
I hate the sounds that come from crowds that just don't get my moves

From here in the sky, I see your rows of lights as a violent web
I will miss the way I got caught up in you

Oh you, old thing
I'm gonna leave you now in the arms of babes
I got a new way to live
In the storm
In the storm
In the storm