Long slender shadows pulsating in windows
   While feathery curtains hide fountains of eyes from the light
   A different disease in another translation
   Though you don't understand a familiar sensation
   But who needs to talk when you're caught in the flavour of night
   And you, yeah you, with your ice cream hands
   You, yeah you, are my friend
   All that you want could be happening for you
   Just like the road that unrolls there before you tonight
   Eyes you don't trust the fingers have beckoned
   How long you got left--well, how long do you reckon
   But who goes to waste when they're tasting the flavour of night
   And you, yeah you, with your ice cream hands
   You, yeah you, are my friend