Interlude Songtext
von The Third Man

A rented room
With flickering lights
Crumbling paintwork
Long candle nights

A wrought iron balcony
And cracked china bowls
A weed strewn garden
With grey ash and coal

This is the world
She calls home
Blue scribbled notes
Scattered around the phone

Hand painted forests
Flickering in the dark
Half empty bottles
A stained narrow bath


Lightless corridors
Cassette tapes stacked up high
Glass beads in doorways
Ash trays left to die

This is the world
She calls her own
This is her world
This is her home

("Jack just told me about the money"
"What money?"
"That you wouldn′t get any of your own
For two years"
"That does alter things
Doesn't it?"
"I suppose so"
"Well don′t you think you'd better be going?"
"Sure I should have gone a long time ago")