A still-life portrait, a view from my window. Touched by innocence now fading away. Into a quiet storm of the tears of the angels. Falling around me as I'm watching the days.
Hello, it's me.. The one who told you no,. I don't care if you don't like it,. But I had to let you know,. That love is at the door,. An its pounding to be let in,.
Here I go again. Looking to you, you pass me by. I go home and pretend. There's no one else just you and I. . To be holding you, touching you. 'Cause I'm dreaming about you.
You sure know how to hurt a girl. Fewer hugs and no more kisses. Just water for your carburetor. And bearings for your pistons. . Rev her engine for your pleasure.
Can't take anymore. My head's spinning 'round. Goin' back and forth. Goin' up and down. . Don't know where I stand. Someone always loves a little more.
One, two, G - O, G - O. . Dance to the poetry. It's gonna be just you and me. We'll groove on that groovy beat. It'll be boss keen neat, yeah. . Yeah yeah, yeah yeah.
My head is heavy and bent like a crane. The wrecking ball blues are coming again. And Latham says, "Babe, you know life is a ride". But living's no fun when you're dead inside.