As we sat in front of that August moon. You said the clouds they look like they have wings. Sometimes I wonder if you can read my mind. Cause I was thinking the very same thing.
I know I can't hide this fear inside. Still my friends understand. . Things have worked out. . Much as you had said. . Ain't no mystery what I need. Is understanding.
I dont know much about love. How it cures and frees the soul. Makes you whole and all that other stuff. . But I was kissed by lady luck. And I know that Im stuck on you.
Late in the evenin', down by the dock,. Watchin' the birds in the sky.. You and me walkin', wingcoed with song,. And watchin' your beautiful eyes.. . Oh-----we need another day,.
I'll be in your dream. If you'll be in my dream. Still you are so far away from me. So far away from me. . My love for you is a sin. If you're not there I never have been.
Now I think I know why. You sounded so strange on the telephone. Well, its hard when you discover. What keeps you going, keeps you all alone. . Our dream's so real.
I pulled over to the side of the road. I was feeling kind of sad, I was feeling kind of blue. And I walked across this farmer's field. And I looked up to the blue-white sky.
Looks like someone let you down. told you lies and you believed. took you out into their garden. and walked you through the weeds. . Sky come falling down again.
I don't know why I ever left you. But I'm sure it had to be a mess. Cause when I felt it falling around us. I thought I could only save myself. Sometimes I wish I could walk away.
You've got troubles on your mind. . Keeps you away from me. . There's no sense in denying. And I've cursed myself for the longest time. . And now I find I just don't mind.
Walked you to the corner, we stood beside the bus. And the tears rolled down our faces as the driver stared at us. Typical summer, that time of year. When you go back to Toronto and I stay here.
Lead Vocals by Greg. . She sees the world through rose-coloured glasses. Painted skies and graceful romances. I see a world that's tired and scared. Of living on the edge too long.
She sees the world through rose-coloured glasses. Painted skies and graceful romances. I see a world that's tired and scared. Of living on the edge too long.
As he sat down upon the train. Silence settled in his brain. Reached out his hand and touched her hair. . He struggled with the same old thought. Should he tell her, should he not.
I got my plans from trembling hands. I knew just what to do. Follow each step carefully. And hope they pulled me through. . My father ran to different lands.
You were so poised. Like some matador raising his steel. It's the same old useless ceremony. And a last bow before the kill. Every junkie in this laundromat.
You never need forgiveness. Left home at seventeen. Raised up on hate. . To a life that's second rate. I've seen that look before. Behind some closing door.
Out on the streets every night. Going out of my head.. Caught in a midnight parade. That I wish I wasn't in,. I'm running away with nowhere to hide. Caught in a world just four lanes wide.
Leaning over the piranha pool. You just wave your magic wand. Dangling your fingertips. Into the world of the just beyond.. Sitting ever so quietly. In your private dining room.
Now that were wasted, talking disconnected. I see that wildness in your eyes. Proud and hollow, like theres no tomorrow. You know you scare me sometimes.