He's
in
the
mood
to
touch
the
fire
He's
in
the
mood
to
touch
everything
you
are
Jacky's
locked
in
a
silent
dream
He's
watching
movies
on
the
tv
screen
He
feels
unsteady,
lights
a
cigarette
He's
getting
mellow
in
his
cabinet
Oh,
jacky,
when
everything
goes
wrong
Get
ready,
for
you've
got
to
be,
you've
got
to
be
so
strong
It's
so
supersensual,
sentimental
Forget
about
your
deepest
fears
Switch
back
to
the
golden
years
You've
got
to
touch
the
fire,
wake
up
little
boy
You've
got
to
play
the
fire
Jacky's
spying,
is
it
her
or
not
His
eyes
are
burning
cause
the
brain's
too
hot
He
sitting
calmly
on
his
swivel
chair
There's
something
coming
from
the
upper
stairs
Now
listen
to
me,
jacky
You
were
always
so
lonesome
in
that
quiet
lonely
house
High
on
a
hill
Now
come...
come
and
meet
me
You
know
where
And
we
take
a
nice
and
easy
holiday
Back
in
the
old,
old
days
of
happiness
Oh
jacky....
Switch
back
to
the
golden
years