Ebony - Brett Anderson

Strangers just the other day

Walked right up and asked your name

Vodka in the afternoon

Drunk so much we left our food

Ebony now here we go, moving fast and moving slow

And my liver is in your hands, make me a bad man

Wandered down to Lisson Grove

It was somewhere I used to go

We saw faces in the trees

The traffic whispered 'Ebony'

Ebony now here we go, moving fast and moving slow

And my liver is in your hands, make me a bad man

I’ll take you where the pigeons fly

And I’ll tell you pretty lies

When nothing really makes much sense all you need

Is confidence

Ebony now here we go, moving fast and moving slow

And my liver is in your hands, make me a bad man