Silver dust in the air
Or the lashes in curly hair
Time stands still and time flies by
Will he get there, yes, he'll try
The cellulite hero larger than life
Flickers forward to his cinema wife
Lean enter the lands for the last embrace
A single tear tracks down her face
And they play out the scene
And their heat seems discrete
Are they really what they seem
Ooh, well, is anyone
Lovers, lovers everywhere
In the city of paupers and millionaires
A benefactor says come with me
And be mine for tea time
And they play out the scene
And their heat seems discrete
Are they really what they seem
Ooh, well, is anyone
Floating, floating on a drift
A look that cleanse, drop the shift
Then is now and now is here
Re-enacted through the years
Old cartoon of loving, the aroma of gin
She thinks about leaving but she's too far in
She closes her eyes, he disappears
She's back where she came from but she's still here
And we play out the scene
And our heat seems discrete
Are we really what they seem
Ooh, well, is anyone