Gentle hum of the old machines Here we come, scrubbed and scoured, patches on our jeans When the drone sounds in the cool night wind We pick up the call, kick all the traces in Hungry for love Ready to drown So tie down the sails We're going downtown Great big drain on the power grid You may not like Tate's methods but you've got to admit she's a real nice kid We walk light down the wires Higher than weather balloons, empty hearts on fire Hungry for love Ready to drown So tie down the sails tonight We're going downtown