In the evening when you're blue. You will feel me walking through you. When you're crying, that's my cue. My reminding, walking through you. . When you're singing something true.
Sometimes I love you. Sometimes I hate you. I know you struggle too. It's in your nature. . 'Cause you and me. Were never meant to be together. But you took off your dress.
Lovers leave their traces. Like jets across the sky. They find in all these faces. Lines they recognize. . My keepsakes have their places. At the back of a drawer or slip between pages.
Only love makes killing time so cruel. The hours come and you drag them 'round with you. When she is gone the whole hangdog house aches. And you hum along to the sound of heartbreaks.
Once I get my heart back in my hand. I'll squeeze out every drop of love I can. To rid myself off you, I want with all my soul. But what I want is out of my control, my control.
Pick up your shit and my shit too. I don't need a TV to stare at. Or those pretty clothes to glare at. That you never put on anyhow. 'Cause baby, I'm not so sentimental now.
Baby, I was not the one. I guess you know that now. But I kept you real distracted for a while. . I look back and nothing much. Ever comes to mind. Sometimes I can picture half a smile.
The thing that makes your eyes glitter. Isn't always gold dust. The wings you think life's given you. They couldn't lift a bread crust. . A siren in the sky calls my body home.
I loved to hurt you. Without you ever knowing. I could desert you. Without you ever seeing me going. . And all the monsters in your nightmares. Showed you could see me underneath my cloak.