The Fall - Reckoning Lyrics

I phoned you up from Dallas
But your heart was still in marble
And your head
Was reckoning

Your friends are dis-compis-mentus
And like most in leather jackets are
Coveting
Reckoning

Reckoning
And you're sleeping with some hippie half-wit
Who thinks he's Mr. Mark Smith
Reckoning

Beckoning
Reckoning
I'm left alone in Europe
Consulting an atlas

Wandering
Wandering
And it's evil that you spark off
In disguise as basic truth

Listening
Listening
Listening
Reckoning

Reckoning
Beckoning
Reckoning