We sat around at night and talked about so many things. Lay on the floor till the morning appeared. You laughed at me and said, I just don't get it. You said, we should be making plans for getting out of here.
Are you ready. Ready to cry. Are you ready. Ready to cry. . This is the saddest story. You all know why. So cry, cry, cry. . Dont worry, buddy. Well see this thing through.
Yeah, I gave you my heart and I gave you my soul. That's not enough, will you want more?. Like the writing on an ancient wall. You're a mystery that I'll never solve.
Then there are the days in between. When everything seems hollow and mean. Don't want to move I just want to forget. Smoke another cigarette and go back to bed.
Then there are the days in between. When everything seems hollow and mean. Don't want to move I just want to forget. Smoke another cigarette and go back to bed.
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.
You say that you're leaving. Well, that comes as no surprise. Still I kinda like this feelin'. Of being left behind. . This ain't nothing new to me. Well, it's just like goin' home.
One two, one two three four. . You are so far away on this cold, empty night. As I lie in a hotel room lookin' at a street light. Outside my window I listen to the rain.
So you saw that fire in the sky. Well, I think that's so cool. And I know that nothing'll change you. You are nobody's fool. . Cynthia, won't you take me to.