It's not right but it's now or never

And if I wait could I ever forgive myself?

On a night when the moon glows yellow in the riptide

With the light from the TV's buzzing in the house

Cause I'm gonna cut it where I can
And then I'm gonna duck out behind them
If I ever had a chance it's now then
But I never had the feeling I could offer that to you

To offer it to you would be cruel
When all I want to do is use, use you
He was a diplomat's son

It was '81

He was the diplomat's son

It was '81

Dressed in white with my car keys hidden in the kitchen

I could sleep wherever I lay my head

And the sight of your two shoes sitting in the bathtub

Let me know that I shouldn't give up just yet

Cause I'm gonna take it from Simon
And then I'm gonna duck out behind them
If I ever had a chance it's now then
but I never had the feeling I could offer that to you

To offer it to you would be cruel

When all I want to do is use, use you

He was a diplomat's son
It was '81

He was the diplomat's son

It was '81

I know, you'll say

I'm not doing it right

but this is how I want it

I can't go back

To how I felt before

That night I smoked a joint
With my best friend
We found ourselves in bed
When I woke up he was gone

He was the diplomat's son

It was '81

He was the diplomat's son
It was '81

Looking out at the ice cold water all around me

I can't feel any traces of that other place

In the dark when the wind comes racing off the river

There's a car all black with diplomatic plates