We ran along the underground,
The light was on our faces;
We drank the night in Tanqueray,
In secret places —
We made ourselves a fantasy,
Though misbegotten:
Two children of the underground
So soon
Forgotten
Other People's Feelings
We ran along the underground,
The light was on our faces;
We drank the night in Tanqueray,
In secret places —
We made ourselves a fantasy,
Though misbegotten:
Two children of the underground
So soon
Forgotten