Drums In Der Night Letra

(a Woody Allen winter)
Age old lines told of old age
(skin is)
Fresh from your loving I'll have fish for my supper
(with piles of salt)
And trim you once every day

So it might get better
(before I go to bed)
Or it might not get better at all
(I check my stocks and shares)
There's horses pouring from that punch over there
(horses as a representation of my release)

I wanna play by an ice cold river
(pinch you like your pimp)
Ride in an open top bus
Fresh from your loving I'll have fish for my supper
(raise your standard rates)
And write a play called 'old us'
Somewhere we heard drums

The summer breaks in that old bay
Leaving candles filling cups
The price you get for running away
I'm sleeping despite your heavy breathing

It might get better
(but my conscience is worthless)
Or it might not get better at all
(at least it's worth as much to me)
There's horses pouring from that punch over there
(horses as a product of my weakened mental state)

It might get better
(filling in a ditch)
Or it might not get better at all
(with strips of golden hair)
There's horses pouring from that punch over there
(horses as a ?)

You heard drums
You heard drums
You heard drums
You heard drums
You heard drums
You heard drums in der night

Next time you come back here oh don't come back here at all
Next time you come back here oh don't come back here at all

'Cos it might get better
Or it might not get better at all
There's horses pouring from that punch over there

You heard drums
It might get better
Or it might not get better at all
There's hourses pouring from that punch over there

You heard drums
You heard drums
You heard drums
You heard drums in der night