Beneath these Skies
Lyrics by R. G. Theil
It's four o'clock in the morning
And my legs don't work too well
But we're still rock 'n rolling
Hear those rebels yell
There's a girl she's having trouble
I think her circuits fused
She keeps dressing and undressing
I think that she's confused
Oh give me moon and give me stars,
And give me love
Give me moon and give me stars
And give me love, beneath these skies
"Excuse me Dr. Finley,
T'is you I do presume?
Oh fit's the matter wi you pal?
Och ah'm off tae the wee room."
And the barman he's an exile
From the land he loves so well
Now he thinks that we're blood brothers
It's in the blood that ye can tell
Oh give me moon and give me stars,
And give me love
Give me moon and give me stars
And give me love, beneath these skies
Beneath these skies
Goin' down to the Parachute
There's the prophet in a trance
He says "I love you naked,
On your bed I think I dance!"
And begging ten last cigarettes
From the barmaid one last drink
He imparts his gems of wisdom
And throws up down the sink
Oh give me moon and give me stars,
And give me love (x3)
Beneath these skies (x3)
