Well, I'm just not sure it's the same any more You must have ten good reasons to leave your lover boy 'Cause I don't get in 'til half past three And
through like radio You never know, you never know My promises are paper thin Swallow up your joy So calling all the born agains I need your tears and
Please remember to be kind. 'Cause darling, your broken heart was never on my mind. Paint me with a building heart Like some cruel valentine But darling, your
play your part to perfection They wake you up and tell you it's time for bed But there is no question of letting this run any more The cigarette's burning your
I should learn to let it go Won't be your vandal any more Everything I touch, everything I touch Everything I touch, everything I touch Won't be your vandal
