Dark night but there's plenty to believe in... Why'd you have to let her touch your feelings? I always gave you everything that you needed All you had to do was ask -- but you just got greedy Now the only time we talk is when we talk alone to the voices that you leave on your mechanical telephone Sometimes I call just to hear your voice set free of the talons and claws, but the memory I keep doesn't really let me leave any word at all You always liked any woman who was easy Hope you've met your match...but can she beat me? You always said I'd be the first to walk You say I'm always the first to talk, but can she free me? Now we rarely talk alone. We usually speak in groups to the people you invite for the theater and a bite who are used to you They like to listen to their own mouths move They like to watch your jaw drop, too but the witticisms fade when the covers are unmade and I'm so far away I bet you thought I'd be an easy lay I bet you thought I lived alone Hungry for the vision and the afterplay I've had better times alone Now we rarely talk of love. We only speak of need and the sacrifice of life to the altar and the knife on our mound of greed I rarely call just to hear your voice, set free of the pillars and stone but for the company I keep when I speak to your mechanical telephone It's the company I keep when I speak Your mechanical telephone The company I keep...Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
