The Avenue Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark

We're strolling down the avenue, our fathers have before
To the left is just a vacant smile, to the right, the open door

I've never loved for more than this, it never was my style
Again, we lie for gratitude. Again, it's not worth while

So arm and arm we carry on, though heaven's not a mile
The secret is to fantasize, the secret is to smile...