I was thinking of phoning
  the richest woman in the town.
 A radio was playing nonsense
 and, yes,
the cigarette machine is broken down.
Watch yourself now,
the lino's greasy -
it could surely kill.
Ever since they fixed the light in here
this place has gone downhill.

And now I'm running
up the aisle
of an endless train.
And when I try to sleep
I dream the very same.
I am nothing,
becoming nothing,
and nothing's to be done;
then I'm falling in love
with Lady 21.

Press me to her tumbling beauty,
oh, gorgeous siren wraith.
I may never know what hit me,
but I'll leap with all of my faith!
I'll have her way with me
and be delivered as it occurs.
She'll be smiling so happily.
I'll break my body on hers.
I'll break my body on hers.

Put out the fetch-candle
if you're coming through,
and be my familiar spirit
if you want to.
Deliver me unto my desire.
Deliver me unto my desire.
I'm up on the heights;
I'm still up on the heights.