It's so quiet on these windswept days The city lights, the golden rays Of sunlight on the subway tracks Are you mad again? If you like I'll take it back They're just your feelings I wasn't looking at her ass Oh, do you mean it?
It's so lonesome, all this happenstance If you asked me, yes, I'd like to dance Just show me a glove-covered hand A perfumed dress is more than I can stand And you approach me with your hollow heart in hand And you tell me: "It's not civilized It's not fair to me The blues, the grays, the olive greens All take you far away from me The girls in their summer dresses see Though you don't notice they all look back at me Is this on purpose?"
Oh no, no, no… Oh no, no, no… Oh no, no, no…
May offer you this one olive branch? It's not as though we're always so keen And we're both just the victims of circumstance Do you understand, do you know what I mean?
Oh no, no, no… Oh no, no, no… Oh no, no, no… Oh no, no, no…
I'm a husband first I'm a childless curse I'm a faithful man With a face with a faceless thirst I'll stay with you Oh please don't sigh I try to explain But you cry, and cry, and cry And you hate me When I ask the reason why You'll trade me a dollar for some sense But don't blame me I was only making sense Oh I'm so sorry I was only making senseTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
