Dislocation - Ultravox

Running down an empty street

Perhaps it was a railway station

Smell of eau de cologne

The sound of a celebration

Oh-oh-oh, dislocation

Oh-oh-oh, dislocation

Just a swimmer growing dimmer

In the glimmer of a summer

Waving gladly, swimming madly

Never, never going under

The Sun was going down

One quiet evening

Someone came into the room

While I was half-asleep

We spoke for a while

I couldn’t see his face

Later on when he was gone

I realised I didn’t catch his name

Just a swimmer growing dimmer

In the glimmer of a summer

Waving gladly, swimming madly

Never, never going under