Drums In Der Night Lyrics

Lines laid out on a glass-top table

Danya the model for free

I am enticed in by two lonely strangers on the poster

(a Woody Allen winter)

Age old lines told of old age

(skin is)

Fresh from your loving I'll have fish for my supper

(with piles of salt)

And trim you once every day



So it might get better

(before I go to bed)

Or it might not get better at all

(I check my stocks and shares)

There's horses pouring from that punch over there

(horses as a representation of my release)



I wanna play by an ice cold river

(pinch you like your pimp)

Ride in an open top bus

Fresh from your loving I'll have fish for my supper

(raise your standard rates)

And write a play called 'old us'

Somewhere we heard drums



The summer breaks in that old bay

Leaving candles filling cups

The price you get for running away

I'm sleeping despite your heavy breathing



It might get better

(but my conscience is worthless)

Or it might not get better at all

(at least it's worth as much to me)

There's horses pouring from that punch over there

(horses as a product of my weakened mental state)



It might get better

(filling in a ditch)

Or it might not get better at all

(with strips of golden hair)

There's horses pouring from that punch over there

(horses as a ?)



You heard drums

You heard drums

You heard drums

You heard drums

You heard drums

You heard drums in der night



Next time you come back here oh don't come back here at all

Next time you come back here oh don't come back here at all



'Cos it might get better

Or it might not get better at all

There's horses pouring from that punch over there



You heard drums

It might get better

Or it might not get better at all

There's hourses pouring from that punch over there



You heard drums

You heard drums

You heard drums

You heard drums in der night