The city lights are beckoning Their sirens softly call All the fantasists and fetishist Are preparing for their ball We’ve been stuck here on the doorstep With nothing to forsake But we might as well be anyone’s to take So I give myself to strangers Like I gave myself to you The tenderness I felt has been replaced By something new And in the ending I can vaguely hear An outline of your call But it might as well be any words at all Every memory is sailing To the kingdom of your soul As you patiently await I lose my sense of self-control For you were the lighthouse to my broken boat But I left you behind Now I might as well be anyone’s to find Now I might as well be anyone’s to find