Sarah wrote epistles on the subject of despair
On the only night last year when there was no love in the air
Listen friend, she wrote, and I heard her pen cry before it broke
Who are we and why, oh why can't we behave?
We are good people, aren't we? Do you know?

Jon-jon had surprising eyes and narrow black suede shoes
A war to fight in Paris and a sister with the blues
Pusique ton papa est en voyage, you've heard your mother making
Love is not what we are Jon-jon, you and I
Are rats at Cupids table but we're fine

In the darkest corner of a downstairs gathering
Ladybirds and pirate cowboys, made up, conversing
Islands sinking from musicians, bedtime stories, York magicians
But you don't have to worry darling, frozen hearts leave
Seetrough scarring, and no one else will know unless you tell

Drink to ghosts of past years' catastrophic love affairs
To robes of red and silver tales worn thin from too much care
Comfort doesn't always come in glasses, but perhaps tonight
I won't be the only one with blue headlights

Come on ladies, take your love to town
Pick it up boys, take your love to town
Everybody, take your love to town