Intrigue in Tangiers (This Never Ending Now) - The Chameleons

When it’s summer

And the skies are glass

I just have to make the evenings last

They’re always flying past

When it’s raining and the sky is black

I just love to hear the thunder roll

And see the lightning crack

With fading powers

We sit for hours

By a television screen

With funny cigarettes

And talk for hours

Of the places we have seen

Brother can you hear my voice

Every second that you cling to life

You have to feel alive

It’s an easy thing to sell your skin

When the Devil’s banging on your door

You always let him in With fading powers

We dream of hours

That will never come again

Old defenders are themselves defenceless

When the mad attack the sane

What can you do When you see no future

In front of you

Food for the few

So many it seems are in front of you

I see my face

Reflected there in your sweating brow

You hate what you see

What can you do When there’s no way out

Well there’s one way out

Brother can you hear my voice

Every second that you cling to life

You have to feel alive

But when you sleep

Where do you go?