Shape of Things - Roger Chapman

Crazy night bordello’s in the heart of town

Me in my tuxedo you a pretty gown

Now you’re nestling down under another’s wing

I forgot to take accountings for the shape of things.

We danced away the orchestra played on and on

The last waltz came around and then we’d head for home

Now you’re nestling down under another’s wing

I forgot to take accountings for the shape of things

Loneliness it held me in its tiny frozen clutch

I’d walk the streets of the city

Or I’d catch the midnite bus

I’d walk the darkened alleys

Held by the city lights,

Neon signs above my eyes

Repeat the same phrase twice, the same phrase.

Your eyes were warm we stood beneath the harbour lights

A foghorn whistle moaned and stole away the night

Now you’re nestling down under another’s wing

I forgot to take accountings for the shape of things

I didn’t see it coming through those tender days

Like smoke caught in the wind you left me all ablaze

Now you’re nestling down under another’s wing

I forgot to take accountings for the shape of things.