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