I'm sitting in a bar Staring that the universe that's in my drink The motion of my straw Is stirring anti-clockwise in the glass I recall the moments...well And I raise my glass to you You held me in your arms And saved me from despair And as I'm older and more stupid The years have etched stupidity into my skull I condemn my foolishness And I raise my glass to you Yeah, the world is packed with murderers and madmen They promise us a slow, slow death Those who torturne with a smile I don't like their idea of business at all And in this drink I see my momentary freedom But I know the smell of my own prison Yes, I know it well I know the smell of me (Fascination won't change my mind) I hear those telephones ringing Everybody wants out Ring...all those sleepless nights And those wailing phones won't set things right Such a state of disorder Go one way, two ways, four Anyway, our feet are still cramped Oh, sure it's a concrete idea You can say what you want Fascination won't change my mind You can say what you want Fascination won't change my mind You can say what you want Fascination won't change my mind You can say what you want Fascination won't change my mind