| Song | Riding Tigers |
| Artist | Slapp Happy |
| Album | Casablanca Moon/Desperate Straights |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| We're not well, dear. Toll the bell, dear. | |
| As our lives dissolve we revolve | |
| Lonely & uninvolved. | |
| Pencil thin, we're near done in, we're | |
| masticating maize. An empty gaze, | |
| sitting like that for days. | |
| Try as we may, calendars | |
| are scattered, furnaces go cold, | |
| wardrobes flap in tatters, you & I grow old. |