Brandes

Lyrics

FAST FOOD

She’s primed for unarmed combat; she’s ready for the fray,
She’s open to an acrobatic tumble in the hay.
She knows her tags and catches but she’s eager for defeat;
She’s ready to submit her soul to any man she meets.
But every painful victory leaves its history on her face,
And though love has turned its back on her, she longs for its embrace.
Her head is filled with hope but her eyes are full of fear;
Will anybody take her home; does anybody care?

She remembers breakfast in the café on the square,
The two-room flat above the bar, the lovers she took there.
She recalls smooth velvet, how it tantalised her skin,
The terrifying ecstasy when new romance begins.
Now she pulls down her dark glasses and finds shelter in the shade;
She’ll be waiting there till nightfall for the aching day to fade.
Her heart is filled with hope but her eyes are pricked with tears;
There is no-one to take her home; there is nobody here.

And though I long to comfort her, I’m a thousand miles away,
In exile on this hillside in the range above the bay.
Though I recall the boulevard, the scent of her cologne,
The tiny flat above the bar, the nights she took me home,
I guess it had to come to this, that now that we are old,
One of us is passionate, and one of us is cold.

But I can taste the cheap champagne, her scent upon my skin,
And I recall the savage thrill when love affairs begin.
She loved me fierce, she loved me fast; I couldn’t take the pace
I’m just another set of tracks that’s etched across her face.
And though I’d run to comfort her, I’m a thousand miles away,
On this barren hillside in the range above the bay.
And my hopes like hers are fading with the passing of the years:
I have no heart to call my own; there is nobody here.