The Glamour - The Ghost Of Lemora

The fading of the sun’s last rays is the signal for invasion to start.

Drift toward the spirit centre, ghostly army of the decadent dark.

Gorgeous little parasites

rulers of the nightlife

Moon provides the spotlight

And promises of paradise

Free yourself from the vicious circle or watch them spread as you drown

I’ll be Adam to your Eve, taste forbidden fruits of this town.

Depression has a hold on me for I know the meaning of life

Revel in the melodrama, pretentious Byronesque plight

What we are created for

Emperors of the dancefloor

Unrepentant skinny whore

forcing them to beg for more

Free yourself from the viscous circle or watch them spread as you drown

I’ll be Adam to your Eve, taste forbidden fruits of this town.

Putting on his freaky show

The alcoholic Romeo

Rejection ain’t a word he knows

His shoulder must be cold by now

We’re cruising through the discos

Bruising lots of egos

We know that we’re attractive

Our love is so destructive

As the daylight world approaches we stalk the streets

Dreaming of the carnage that we could inflict

We go down the river to watch the dawn,

Too much to do and to say, don’t want to be alone.

Don’t want to be alone.

Too much to do, too much to say, we’re never going home

Too much to say, too much to see, we’re never ever going home.