(Difford/Tilbrook). . I could smell the rain. Dripping through the fresh cut grass. I could spell your name. On the wet and steamed up glass. But you were just a name, a face I had conceived.
Who's that kissin' in the corner?. And who's that talkin' on the phone?. Who's that smilin' like a soldier?. And why you tellin' me to go?. . Who's that drinkin' all the Daniels?.
(Difford/Tilbrook). . What's wrong with this picture. Her eyes are like moons. It's just like looking. In two empty rooms. She's looking so fragile. As thin as an eel.