When I'm alone at night,. And there's no one to comfort me,. I think of you. And suddenly my pillow is your face and your arms.. And when the winter wind comes chasin' after me,.
It started out with butterflies. On a velvet afternoon. With flashing eyes and promises. Caught and held too soon. In a place called Ixea. With it's pumpkin oval moon.
Going down a dirty inner city side road. I plotted. Madness passed me by, she smiled hi. I nodded. Looked up as the sky began to cry. She shot it.. . Met a girl from Dearborn, early six o'clock this morn.
And I'll forget about the girl that said no. Then I'll tell who I want where to go. And I'll forget about your lies and deceit. And your attempts to be so discreet.