Sy*z*y*gy

Here I stand, with my back against the wall my friend
I'm older than, most of the lies I told when I was younger
I'm chasing ahead, got me swinging from the rafters
I'm swinging from the rafters, yeah

And there you are, with your back turned toward the lunar eclipse
Nothing wrong, but the cigarette that's dancing at your fingertips
I'm lost all alone, got me reveling in the moment
I revel in the moment

Don't panic, baby I planned it
Took you down to see the lake
Soft handed, romantic
Make you breakfast every day

Syzygy and Tanqueray
Syzygy and Tanqueray

Here I stand, with my back torn up from your red claws
And now, you're mad so I let you get away with what you got to
Got me floating away, got me crooning from the rooftop
I'm crooning from the rooftops

Don't panic, baby I planned it
Blue Camaro on the way
Soft handed, romantic
Bow 'n arrow shooting straight

Syzygy and Tanqueray
Syzygy and Tanqueray

Don't panic, baby I planned it
May not get the record play
Soft handed, romantic
Rock n' roll is here to stay

Syzygy and Tanqueray
Syzygy and Tanqueray