Operetta

Kilbey/Koppes/Powles/Willson-Piper
(Control/Chase Music Publishing/Interference Music)

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Lyrics (unofficial)

[rev. Sept. 4, 2015]

A song about you
Your inner song
Are you good or evil
Or just right or wrong

Where's the boys all dressed in green
In the gap that lies between (won't somebody else have dreamed)
Where's the girls all dressed in white (of all the pretty things I've seen)
In the deep heart of the night (wasted all my tasting time)
Where's the men all dressed in black (why don't I leave sorrows everywhere)
None are ever coming back
Where's the men all dressed in black
Where's the ladies dressed in red
All are dancing with the dead

A song about you
Just a song
Are you stranger still
Or do you belong

Life is short (phosphorescent rim of the sun)
So don't be long (turn to face it as the comets come)
Use your free will (cloudy blanket, a moving storm)
Or get trapped in a song (as love thaws)

In summertime
Umbrella trees down by the sea
Limbs like men to bend low
You turn and you see me

Music plays
Space between the notes full of haze
Piano, drums and trumpets
Just like the old days

A song about you
Your inner song
Are you good or evil
Or just right or wrong

In summertime
Picking up an insistent distant beat
Beachcomber come home now
Come in from the heat

Interweaving leaves (where's the men all dressed in black)
Once she was a skeptic, twice she believes (none are ever coming back)
The wind that thinned and skinned us (where's the ladies dressed in red)
Underneath (all are dancing with the dead)

Where's the boys all dressed in green (won't somebody else have dreamed)
In the gap that lies between (of all the pretty things I've seen)
Where's the girls all dressed in white (wasted all my tasting time)
In the deep heart of the night (why don't I leave sorrows everywhere)
Where's the men all dressed in black
Where's the men all dressed in black
Where's the ladies dressed in red
All are dancing with the dead