Moderato cantabile Tango lessons in the café Priest cracks open Crème Brulee Lights out in the brothel My body aching from the love we made And I don't wanna go home Cello lifts with the condor Lips packed with love and murder Where the spirit meets the bone what's it to ya Singing downtown hallelujah Tension and release of music cries And I don't wanna go home Moderato Cantabile Pour Homme Moderato Cantabile Pour Homme Painters come deep and blue They're lookin at life more than you do The writers need to confess She rolls a cigarette beneath her dress The poets quoting love and war And I don't wanna go home Your lust so stained and smiling You fuck so full and frightening Like a velvet woman rainstorm Some place you die but here you're born That Anton Corbijn film is on I don't wanna home Moderato Cantabile Pour Homme Moderato Cantabile Pour Homme