Текст: Divine Comedy (The). Promenade. Ten Seconds To Midnight.

Ten: Apes turn into men
And grapes turn into wine
How we made it to nine
I'll never know

Eight: Man looks for a mate
But fate plays cruel tricks
And seven turns to six
Still he's alone

Along comes number five
Eureka, I'm alive
I think, therefore, I am a lucky man

Three: From this balcony
The two of us can see
The house where we first met
One wet Sunday...