bradenf:

Remember me, tenderly. Show me to the bar.
Champagne please, half empty. Don’t fool around, remember me at all.
Tell them to keep the cameras rolling,
Tell them to keep the champagne flowing, going nowhere.
Tell them to keep their bed of roses,
I guess I hoped you might have known this, going nowhere. 

Strange as me, unwinding streets. They don’t fool around with matters of the heart.