Middle Of The Riddle lyrics
by Alphaville
At the edge of the moon there's a lonely manAnd he blows on his horn as strong as he canAnd the girl at the bar wipoes the breath of winter away with a smile of her faceAnd a little black dog barks along with a loonIs this my appointment or did I came too soonGot a strange invitation for teatime 'twas given by somebodyI can't recallIt's the middle of the riddleIt's not very seriousIt's nothing but a big surpriseAnd the president's horse is a rabbit of courseThat is livin' in a big boy's mindLivin' in a big boy's mindAnd I skate on a knife on a wireThat is strung from this song to a distant shoreAnd then I sayIntuition is just another phase of chanceWhile we're walking the old pyramid's floors(Little pharaoh's)And the little black dogHere it comes againHe's a true companion in a foreign landOn a quest for the valley of boojums and birthdaysAnd phone calls I cannot recallIt's the middle of the riddleIt's not very seriousIt's nothing but a big surpriseAnd the president's horse is a rabbit of courseThat is livin' in a big boy's mindWe're livin' in a big boy's mindLivin' in a big boy's mindAll of man shan't talk to the one at the helmAnd the man at the helm shall talk to no one at all (Rule forty-two)And a horse is a rabbit of course (Yes indeed)Yes, a horse is a rabbit of courseGuitars Blacky Schwarz RuszczynskiStrings Klaus SchulzeAdditional Percussion Hansi Behrendt
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