Don't tell me I'm wrong. Cause I've been watching every move that you make. Hearts you steal, when you're made-up and heels. Trouble for the man that you take.
If you have the midas touch. Why does everything around here look like rust. And if your house is in such perfect order. Why are your kids running around in rags from second hand counters.
This one's for sadness. These are for pain. And here are the words. You can't get back again. Well I'm holding a picture. Of you on your lawn. Smiling like an angel.
This ones for sadness. And these are for pain. And here are the words. You cant get back again. . Im holdin' a picture. Of you on your lawn. Smilin' like an angel.
We can fight and argue all night. And I'll sing my blues. And you'll sing yours too. Cause no one's giving in. No one's even listening. To tired old words.
Too many hands carving up the sky. And leaving their mark in the sand. Like history moves. No matter where we stand. Too many hands. . There's dust in my eyes.
I was riding on this train. looking out the back door on where I had been. thinking about the sun and your golden skin. your golden skin. I'm looking back.
An endless chain of days go by. Can't scratch the surface still I try. I'm going down feeling underground. Just kicking the leaves all around this town.
You have never tried. To conceal or deny. That this love is my ruin. My peril and trial. . All of the promises. Were nothing but lies. But now that youre here.
I want to know where. My confidence went. One day it all disappeared. And I'm lying in a hotel room. Miles away. Voices next door in my ear. . Daytime's a drag.
Just like the sun over the mountaintop. You know I'll always come again. You know I love to spend my mornings. Like sunlight dancing on your skin. I've never gone so wrong.
One, two, three, four. . Driving home after the show. Listening to the radio. Speaker rattles on the driver side door. . And Jane sings a song. About that old tin drum.
Walking through these empty streets. This town is dead. Rain is coming harder now upon your head. You can't get far enough away. What's it matter anyway.
Then there are the days in between. When everything seems hollow and mean. Don't want to move I just want to forget. Smoke another cigarette and go back to bed.
Then there are the days in between. When everything seems hollow and mean. Don't want to move I just want to forget. Smoke another cigarette and go back to bed.
You were the seeker. Then you found there's nothing to find. It'll all come down to you. In its own good time. . No one's the older, no one's the wiser.
As the seconds are ticking in the corner of her eye. Nothing comes as fast as a glib reply. Like a kid who's tired of a busted old toy. The pleasure's worn thin so she makes a little extra noise.
Tell tell me the reasons why. Tell me every secret you've been told. Cause everybody knows they're dangerous. Hey let me try that wonder stuff. The stuff that lets you look at them and nod.
Summer girls they sure are fun. Get so golden in the sun. That they could block out any other thought. Dry your eyes and turn away. Cause there's nothing we can say.
I don't know where to begin. . Is there nothing I can do. . To change the state I'm in. Tell me baby. . How do I get back to you. . Get back to you. .