The Midas Touch - The Monochrome Set

I saw the shape of things to come

The future in your eyes

The love you always meant to give

The bodyguard of lies

The hunting dog, the heated bitch

Le monsieur et madame

We never gave our maiden names

Waiting for a grand slam

For he’s the man with the Midas touch

She was born with a silver spoon

We came, we saw, we conquered you

We conquered you

The games are tough, the rules are hard

The legacy is pain

The wound was deep, the flesh unmarked

To win was not to gain

We played our hands with frozen hearts

Toujours chemin de fer

And human kindness played no part

When we were free of care

Deauville, Monaco, and Menton

The people were amazed

By the colourless blood we drew

At tables of green baize

People thought that we were in love

But we were just a team

We simply played at keeping fat

When times were truly lean