The Telepathic Message

I'm tied up on a Jerusalem wall
I'm stoned to death in Iran
Spitting Irish blood back into my beer
I'm the western Celtic enigmatic man
As I wander the streets of Saint Giles

Memories come back to me
Oh
How wonderful we could all be

Standing in this cheap motel
And the paint is peeling cracks across my soul
In the bathroom there is a ceiling fan
And water swirling round and round and round

Memories come back to me

Did you see that ?
The part I was playing
In the movie before
There was a part I was playing
Did you see that ?
There was a part I was playing

The woman is a picture of Max Factor composure
And the man moves like liquid
As they both dance the tango
Sweeping the floor
With an economy of movement
Safe on the journey from excess of youth
But they're slaves to the rhythm
Slaves to the rhythm
Thanks Grace

Memories come back to me

And the dancers will get to dance again
For the competition never really ends
And we tango till we all fall from grace

Memories come back to me