In the Mood

Hes in the mood to touch the fire

Hes in the mood to touch everything you are

Jackys locked in a silent dream

Hes watching movies on the tv screen

He feels unsteady, lights a cigarette

Hes getting mellow in his cabinet

Oh, jacky, when everything goes wrong

Get ready, for youve got to be, youve got to be so strong

Its so supersensual, sentimental

Forget about your deepest fears

Switch back to the golden years

Youve got to touch the fire, wake up little boy

Youve got to play the fire

Jackys spying, is it her or not

His eyes are burning cause the brains too hot

He sitting calmly on his swivel chair

Theres something coming from the upper stairs

Now listen to me, jacky

You were always so lonesome in that quiet lonely house

High on a hill

Now come... come and meet me

You know where

And we take a nice and easy holiday

Back in the old, old days of happiness

Oh jacky....

Switch back to the golden years

Gold/1984