He brings her one more marguerita in a 2 a.m. New York 
diner,
Love sings in the corner, a canticle of knives.
He's come here to meet her, but all the boys want to 
greet her.
Moan fog horn, moan, for the leaving of the boat.
You know that she's a vampire, but you still offer her 
your throat.
Where do you go when I sleep, cos you're not here with 
me?
Where do you go when I sleep?
Now the winds and tides are driven by jealous men and 
faithless women.
Love sings in the harbour, a canticle of lies.
And she pulls him so deep inside her that he's afraid 
he'll divide her.
Desire bends and pulls you through the window of your 
dreams.
You're walking on the water but you don't know what it 
means