No sign of heaven here. Just some run-down imitation white cloud. So you been crying hard. Wake up and up. to what you been lying on. I don't ask for the earth.
I want you back, feel so sure of our love. I'll write a song about us breaking up. The traffic lights on the street of love. Have just turned red, turned red and.
Diamonds on the water at five o'clock. Lovers lie around in tangled knots. Pulling your picture from a cardboard box. Forget you not, forget me not. .