Il valzer dell'idiota

That line don't make it here no more

nothing reanimates the old times

black clouds to the west

darkness coming from the East Side

Get your friends out of the car!

we got a date in the trees tonight

take off your clothes, you ain't going far

you're going to give me fun tonight

Turn on the headlights

for the Idiot Waltz

turn on the lights

watch us fall

Your body don't get me off no more

it takes a lot of smack to do that

we never made love in the trees

or took you down on your mat

Now, winds of change

are blowing out the fire

I feel your breath on my neck

I hear the darkness and wires

Turn on the headlights

for the Idiot Waltz

turn on the lights

watch us fall

It was foolish to be alive

It was foolish in a foolish time

Turn on the headlights

for the Idiot Waltz

turn on the lights

watch us fall

Mi manchi, Jeffrey Lee. E mi manca anche quel goffo ragazzetto che imparava a suonare la batteria in garage ascoltando nel walkman l'album "Fire of love".