Purple Avenue - Ute Lemper, The Divine Comedy, Bryan Mills

I slow down purple avenues

To march around in April shoes

Weather vanes remind

Of the summer times that I’ve left behind

Money’s gone for Auld Lang Syne

I spent on Eastern Standard Time

Whatever happened to my roll

September fell right through the hole

All I’ve got is empty pockets now

And why does August try so hard

To hoist me on my own petard?

I’ve learned one thing from loving her

That an ounce of prevention’s worth a pound of cure

And the shadows fall, but I cannot thread

The tenor of the things you’ve said

All that’s left is flesh and bone

The lights are on, no one’s home

All I’ve got is empty pockets now

I spill myself another drink

I count the whiskers in the sink

The orchestra is blind

But I’ve never been the worrying kind

Subsequently and furthermore

I’ll sleep right here on the draining board

I will never be paroled

I like to drink them while they’re cold

And all I’ve got is empty pockets now