Intrigue in Tangiers The Chameleons

When it's summer and the skies are glass
When it's summer and the skies are glass
I just have to make the evenings last
They're always flying past
Oh, when it's raining and the skies are black
When it's raining and the skies are black
I just have to hear the thunder roll
And see the lightning crack

With fading powers we sit for hours
By a television screen
With funny cigarettes and talk for hours
Of the places that we've seen

Oh, brother, can you hear my voice?
Brother, can you hear my voice?
Every second that you cling to life
You have to feel alive
Well, it's an easy thing to sell your skin
It's an easy thing to sell your skin
With the devil banging on the door
You always let him in

With fading powers we dream of hours
That will never come again
Old defenders are themselves defenseless
When the mad attack the sane