Lustre in your eyes every morning
 Lustre from the day you were born
 Lustre from [bad word] red blood on my hands
 When you pulled out all the thorns
 Lustre when you’re lower than ever
 Lustre when your house burns down
 Lustre when the love of your life has gone
 And all your checks have bounced

 Lustre on the smile of a skeleton
 Lustre from a dying star
 Lustre when the past is a foot in the ditch
 And the future’s too bizarre
 Lustre when your worries are lonely
 Lustre on the sweat of your lair
 Lustre never shines in the final scene
 When sticking to the script

 And I see the lustre in your eyes
 And I see the lustre in your eyes

 Lustre when the [bad word] owns science
 Lustre for the whipping boy
 Lustre for the sad sad troubadour
 Who throws out all his toys
 Lustre when it’s having to think straight
 Lustre in the nanny state
 Lustre when nobody will leave you alone
 And you’re driven to sedate
 Lustre in your eyes every morning
 Lustre from the day you were born
 Lustre from [bad word] red blood on my hands
 When you pulled out all the thorns
 Lustre when the joke is over
 Lustre when the dream is dead
 Lustre is the word stuck on your tongue
 When all has not been said

 And I see the lustre in your eyes
 And I see the lustre in your eyes
 And it burns me to my very soul
 And it burns me to my very soul
 And I see the lustre in your eyes