It's not right but it's now or never. And if I wait could I ever forgive myself?. On a night when the moon glows yellow in the riptide. With the light from the TVs buzzing in the house. Cuz I'm gonna cut it where I can. And then I'm gonna duck out behind them. If I ever had a chance it's now then. But I never had the feeling I could offer that to you. To offer it to you would be cruel. When all I want to do is use use you. He was a diplomat's son. It was '81. Dressed in white with my car keys hidden in the kitchen. I could sleep wherever I lay my head. And the sight of your two shoes sitting in the bathtub. Let me know that I shouldn't give up just yet. Cuz I'm gonna take it from Simon. And then I'm gonna duck out behind them. If I ever had a chance it's now then. But I never had the feeling I could offer that to you. To offer it to you would be cruel. When all I want to do is use use you. He was a diplomat's son. It was '81. I know you'll say. I'm not doing it right. But this is how I want it. I can't go back. To how I felt before. That night I smoked a joint. With my best friend. We found ourselves in bed. When I woke up he was gone. He was the diplomat's son. It was '81. Looking out at the ice-cold water all around me. I can't feel any traces of that other place. In the dark when the wind comes racing off the river. There's a car all black with diplomatic plates