Вершы: The Promise Ring. A Broken Tenor.

Red, blue, where are you tonight?
You say, everything's just right
You say, everything's just right

I live on a dead-end street where men and women meet
The country's really far from me

We need seasons universal
The seasons universal
Why are you still surprised
By a quarter of gin and a quarter scotch
A quiet airplane and a half-hour off the clock

Where are you? Where are you?
Your hair knows, your hair knows

Your hair knows the top of your T-shirt
The top of your T-shirt
And your back was up in arms about it

But I'm not as good as the inner states are
Not as good as the inner states
I can't take you that far
And I just can't take you that far

And I'm not as good as the inner states are
As the inner states are
I just can't take you that far

Into a Polish town, into a German town
A German town
And in time with Irish round
And he thinks you're young and every Russian girl is you

Into a Polish town, into a German town
A German town, in time do you know it's round, round, round
Did he hear? Do you hear
Hear, hear, hear, hear, hear

Red, blue, where are you tonight?
Where are you and where are you tonight?