I called you and got what I deserved
Heard that laughing in your words
I wish that I could photograph my moods
Show them to you
Just to prove
Something
Down in the town I'm trying to prove something
But the clock hands won't move
So I'll go on singing about the same thing
And reading myself into books
The roadside buildings are black-eyed and aged
They can't see me anymore
How would I mean anything to anything
Now I am not the hues in your city square puddles?
But when he touched my hand like it was gold
I want to pull away and say
'look ,it's only...
It's only made from plain old skin and bone
Don't try to give me credit you don't owe me !'
You've got your eye on the door
This is what my life is for now
I'll pray the you won't drop your anchor here
We'll share our anecdotes saved from last time we spoke
We'll never change
Let's go out for a drive in your car
We don't have to go that far
Let's try to find a road that we don't know
'Till we don't know where we are
And I can smell the bonfires in the street
I want to say that I love you....love you
But you've got your eye on the door
This is what my life is for now
I'll pray that you won't drop your anchor here
we'll share out anecdotes saved from last time we spoke
We'll never change |