Delaney talks to statues. As she dances 'round the pool. She chases cats through roman ruins. And stomps on big toadstools. She speaks a language all her own. That I cannot discover. But she
and my head. I can't start till I'm dead Here I am locking horns with the stallion. Failing to hold my head up, I'll go back again. Pillar of Davidson, feeling to hard to go down. Cheaper than all
