Don't tell her that you want her Don't ask her to be yours Don't tell her she is everything Or she might see the fool behind the frown And then the heart
So you're in love with someone else Someone who burns within your soul And it looks like I'm the last to know I hear you've never felt so alive So much
How are you gonna pass the time of day in your beautiful empty shell? When you've shaken the hands of so many sinceroes You feel like a fake yourself
I've got cash and prizes more than a man could dream I've got a hundred houses, some that I've never seen I've got walls of paintings high as the Hoover
Who's gonna call you up every single day? Who's gonna hold you high when stuff gets ugly? Cause baby if you wanna find someone As big as a door that
Well it might not be important to you now When the night is young and everyone's around And the music flows Through your doped up Disney mind But you
Making your way through an orangepeel orchard Tracing your day from disillusioned to debauched And spring passed quickly below the rotten elm tree You
Buttons on My Clothes I've been drinking all through summer I guess I've had a laugh I've had every kind of fun I could have had Looking at my crowd
Someone's opening up for business The morning rings the same old way But someone should've taught me forgiveness Now I see it in the cruel light of day
The world and the surrounding stars Might change completely in the space of an hour But not an eclipse of the sky nor a colliding car Will turn me back
If you think your mind is ready Then open your heart and let it fall But if you keep on hiding from me You're not gonna' live your life at all 'Cause
All day long, sweeping up the dead pigeons From the pavement after the long dim dawn He remembered how she pulled him From disaster into laughter Well
Driving through the long night trying to figure Who's right and who's wrong, now the kid has gone I sit belted up tight, she sucks on a match light Glowing
Pat is the guy with a record shop and John sells fruit but wants to be a cop and Paul deals speed in a celtic top but I'm just a drunk in a band Joe does
Well, there's people hauling people Out from under their homes Yeah, there's people hauling people Out through the groaning stones You can see me tonight
So long, go on and do your best Let all France have whiskey on it's breath The world may not be shaking yet But you might prove them wrong Even long shots
So you want me to play the bleeding role Just so he can know, how I needed you Well, that's okay with me, it's a part I think I know God knows, he won
Good luck and lost love's knife Cut a path leading through my life I weave through the gusts of change As a kite might through the sky I feel down and
