Time is undone, moving on. And she says, "Where's all the colour gone?"
She's talking to a man; caving in
Staring at the ground opening, and he says, "I guess you can't have everything"
It's up to you, yeah, it's down to you, but then you already knew
And they're standing in shadows like ghosts of the daytime
And dealing in plausible lies
Each one loves equally
And they're carving up reason with sharped tongued incisions
And bleeding from seeing eye to eye
Each one loves equally...
She took him for a ride, he took her for a fool (it's meaningless)
And as for you, well, as for you, you're already through
Within endless revisions, those no win decisions
Are spiralling out of control
Each one loves equally
(Ahh-hh) Without clutching at straws, for the sake of the past and the future
Then it's all gone
Each one loves equally
We'll sit in our homes, we'll sit in our homes, while the
Long day closes and senses leaving, too close for words
(For now, for now)...
*spoken*
"It's about 3 in the morning when it starts to rain. She sits slumped on the bridge; her legs arranged awkwardly in front of her. He lights another Silk Cut and gazes out on the river, searching for something. But there's nothing there - just the sound of the rain."
We've all been here before
We've all been here before
We've all been here before
She's talking to a man; caving in
Staring at the ground opening, and he says, "I guess you can't have everything"
It's up to you, yeah, it's down to you, but then you already knew
And they're standing in shadows like ghosts of the daytime
And dealing in plausible lies
Each one loves equally
And they're carving up reason with sharped tongued incisions
And bleeding from seeing eye to eye
Each one loves equally...
She took him for a ride, he took her for a fool (it's meaningless)
And as for you, well, as for you, you're already through
Within endless revisions, those no win decisions
Are spiralling out of control
Each one loves equally
(Ahh-hh) Without clutching at straws, for the sake of the past and the future
Then it's all gone
Each one loves equally
We'll sit in our homes, we'll sit in our homes, while the
Long day closes and senses leaving, too close for words
(For now, for now)...
*spoken*
"It's about 3 in the morning when it starts to rain. She sits slumped on the bridge; her legs arranged awkwardly in front of her. He lights another Silk Cut and gazes out on the river, searching for something. But there's nothing there - just the sound of the rain."
We've all been here before
We've all been here before
We've all been here before