Paroles de Tracking The Amorous Man

There's eleanor by the pool Red fingernails tapping a file She's tracking the amorous man, in style Half shell on the ears Etiquette plucks a brow She's ready with the mercury tear and towel And the lord of hosts is breathing on the window His foggy tethered ghost He's tracking the amorous man Red line on the map Focus on the mutual prey Anthony crosses state lines on holiday Out on the funeral sea The lovers love and drown The white whale of the world takes them down Far above their heads The tongue of flame is stuttering And virtue goes to bed The death of the amorous man