Skin to the Bone (feat. Dave Flynn & Vyvienne Long)

There's a crazy man playing bongos in the park Someone should tell him he's getting much too dark And his heart is a heavy stone As he beats his skin to the bone Hard runners push the walls of pain Torpedo Clouds patrol the sky Strange faces drift and soldier by Never to be seen again And spring has sprung with ease Foreign girls on Foreign phones Laughing talking dolphinese In starts and stops the crazy man taps teardrops And his mind plays sabre dances as he wonders at the chances Of meeting one more lover in this town meeting one more lover in this town And the world looks on impatiently As the man plays out of time With fashion and brash society And young guns in their prime The traffic drowns his drumbeat Spring raindrops hide his tears Grass grows long around his feet As he tries to place the years And his mind plays sabre dances as he wonders at the chances Of meeting one more lover in this town meeting one more lover in this town And spring has sprung with ease, mobile girls on mobile phones, talking to the trees