Leaving Chekhov in the drawer Throw the bankers at the window Where the panic and the fear Palest moonlight ever Silver everywhere Was the greater meaning Hiding in the past Did we send it all to bed While the spirits of the poor Jitterbug on judgement day
In the garden of the pale blue light There's a lady trading dreams with flight Can we go too far to win While the gamblers make a fortune On the backs we let them break
