Texty: Crowded House. Catherine Wheels.

No night to stay in
Bad moon is rising again
Dice rolls and you burn
Come down I fear

As that cold wheel turns
I know what I know
Sad Claude's been sleeping around
To stroke the right nerve

Whose needs do I serve
As Catherine's wheel turns

She was always the first to say gone
She's got her Catherine wheels on
Always the first to say gone

Go kindly with him
To his blind apparition
Whose face creases up
With age gone gray
He'll back here one day

She was always the first to say gone
She's got her Catherine wheels on
Always the first to say gone
She's got her Catherine wheels on

Wheels on
Catherine wheels
Catherine wheels
Catherine wheels

She's gone, vanished in the night
Broke off the logic of light
He woke, tore the covers back
Found he was empty inside

So they were told
When the moon would rise
The best time to leave with your soul

She's gone but towards the light
Watching her whole life unfold, oh
Bruises come out dark

So strong was his hold on her
Regarded by some as his slave
He spoke as in a stranger's tongue
Despair us and drive you away, hey
Bruises come out dark