Every day begins the same I call in sick so they won't forget my name I watch some afternoon T.V. I stare at the strangers out in the street My friends are scared of what I might do next But it's the same routine since the day you left
There's a method to my sadness A certain style to my blues I can't afford to let a day go by Without a tear or two (just a tear or two) I keep track of all the memories There isn't one I want to lose There's a method to my sadness Making the most of losing you
I talk to your pictures by my bed Got a list of things I wish I'd said I dial your number when I know you won't be home Just to hear your voice on the code-a-phone (on the code-a-phone) I'm doing everything I know how to do To spend my future, like the past, with you
There's a method to my sadness A certain style to my blues I can't afford to let a day go by Without a tear or two (just a tear or two) I keep track of all the memories There isn't one I want to lose There's a method to my sadness Making the most of losing you There's a method to my sadness Making the most of losing youTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
