David Knopfler
David Knopfler
David Knopfler
David Knopfler
David Knopfler
David Knopfler
David Knopfler
David Knopfler
David Knopfler
David Knopfler
David Knopfler
David Knopfler
David Knopfler
Well there's no going this way
There's no going that
The cul-de-sac one way warned you Babe
With a freight train there's no turning back
You wake to the serial nightmare
Your body's a heartbreakin' sight
A face forlorn in my windscreen
In the moonlight - so blue - so bright
Arcadie... is this a portrait of you?
Arcadie... you know I do
You know I do
Some hearts seem senselessly haunted
Others so calmly defined
In slo'-mo' I'm watching you movin' beside him
What could you not leave behind?
Who poisoned your dreams of a future?
Who hurt you then left you afraid?
Who blew away all your tomorrows like candles
Snuffed in The No Hope Arcade?
Some hearts are brutally blind Arcadie
Others are achingly kind
Arcadie, Is this the portrait of you?
Arcadie... You know I do
You know I do
But a smile, brings no note of redemption
The lover creeps home to the wife
Burnt out, a silhouette car wreck
Hot wired on the highway of life
A cold shouldered ghost of innocence lost
Disbelief stares back at you
A long-legged looker, hooking for love
In headlamps so deadly and true
Arcadie... is this the portrait of you?
Arcadie - you know I do
You know I do
Napalmed with mini bar comforts
They got shipwrecking fem - fem eyes
Capsizing sighs - abandoned - drowning
Safe in the warmth of his lies
Sweet lies - sweet smoky lies
No there's going this way
No going that
Her naked reflection going down on you
As the white screen fades to black
Oh Arcadie - I've painted this portrait for you
Indigo blue
Arcadie was written by David Knopfler.
Arcadie was produced by David Knopfler & Harry Bogdanovs.