Apr 24, 2005 17:25
certainly not, sir
a promise kept is only two days
short of failure
cause when you get it right
deception quickly follows
and I'm right back on the ground again
forget the coffee
just pass it by and skip straight to
unbearable silence
and I'll spend the evening in my room again
You were always too good,
even for you
Strike up the band, and walk the friendship to the door
it's a parade a spectacle
and we're all just playing parts
you're the damsel,
and I'm the villain
and the hero's on his way
and write I will about Miss Fortune
our Miss Fortune,
"she's so..."
I'll paint you beautiful sir
Exceptions come slowly
comprimise is on the horizon
I'll let you hurt me
and you'll let me cry
Suppose I don't let you this time?