How can I just let you walk away Just let you leave without a trace When I stand here taking every breath with you (ooh..) You're the only one who really
You can turn the city upside-down if you want to But it won't keep you dry You can turn the city upside-down, like an umbrella But it won't keep you
I am thinking it's a sign That the freckles in our eyes are mirror images And when we kiss they're perfectly aligned And I have to speculate That God
Putting all the vegetables away That you bought at the grocery store today And it goes fast, you think of the past Suddenly everything has changed Ahh
Will someone please call a surgeon Who can crack my ribs and repair this broken heart That you're deserting for better company I can't accept that it
I am thinking it's a sign That the freckles in our eyes Are mirror images And when we kiss they're perfectly aligned And I have to speculate
I was running late for work So I didn't change my shirt The evening's drinks left a lingering taste in my mouth And when I left You were fast asleep Tangled
I'll be the grapes fermented, Bottled and served with the table set in my finest suit Like a perfect gentlemen I'll be the fire escape that's bolted to
I'll write you a song and it won't be hard to sing It will be a natural anthem, familiar it will seem It will rally all the workers on strike for better
Last week i had the strangest dream Where everything was exactly how it seemed Where there was never any mystery on who shot john f kennedy It was just
It was familiar to me the smoke too thick to breathe the tile floors glistened i slowly stirred my drink and when you started to sing you spoke with broken
Smeared black ink... your palms are sweaty And I'm barely listening to last demands I'm staring at the asphalt wondering what's buried underneath Where
I've got a cupboard with cans of food, filtered water, And pictures of you and i'm not coming out Until this is all over And i'm looking through the
This place is a prison And these people aren't your friends Inhaling thrills through $20 bills And the tumblers are drained and then flooded again And
I am thinking it's a sign that the freckles In our eyes are mirror images and when We kiss they're perfectly aligned And I have to speculate that God
I was waiting for a cross-town train in the london underground When it struck me that I've been waiting since birth to find A love that would look and
Will someone please call a surgeon Who can crack my ribs and repair this broken heart That your're deserting for better company? I can't accept that it