I broke my promise, that I wouldn't write another song about you I guess I lied, after twelve years, I still love you On the phone you sound happy But
Giving up that's the easy part Turn your pockets out Tear your room apart But you can't find anything To help you on your way Run, try to catch the bus
I never had a lot to bring to the party But a self-importance far beyond vanity And a manic depression that just wouldn't go away Like Peckinpah with
I hold your dress, your dress is blue I'm a coin that fell into the sea Now stumbling around, I'm lost from view Do you know what became of me He can
You saw my face fall into a well-worn groove A child starts playing a role and ends up type-cast in every movie I took cold comfort in your touch and
Bad liquor, bad liquor Who took the good out of the bottle Salt water, salt water ---- The moon, that moon It's the saddest bugger of them all Bad liquor
Big nights are black and blue They get cold and they get wet And they're calling out for you Like no one you ever met No one dreams in the hours around
I should trade my heart in for a watch 'Cause all I do is watch the numbers slip away My lips silently repeat the countdown 'Cause it's so hard to say
Back seat over the wing Well, I'm the happiest hot potato on the plane Yeah, I'm looking, I'm looking, it's beautiful I think, I wanna go and live out
I sat up all morning and I waited for you With my blue and grey shirt on Yeah I thought that's my lucky one I'll sit and face the road now I don't have
Storm picks up valuable things Places mirrors at my feet A wardrobe filled with blood And nasty lies to repeat Well let me give you something 'cause
' But hello Amsterdam don't I look cool in my white shirt Hello Amsterdam don't I look hip in my red tie We came from America so you could share in the
Try and try, leave a trace And all we ever leave is a sour taste You're half asleep when I crash through I'm like a drop of water on the dry sand I'm
I never had a lot to bring to the party But a self-importance far beyond vanity And a manic depression that just wouldn't go away Like peckinpaw with
The world hides like a smile behind your hand I became hard and cold, your smile became quicksand I don't know what city I'm dialing your number from
My revenge against the world Is to believe everything you say Balance as you are on a pile of empty bottles And even when the world has taken All your
Here they roll down Like a miracle that's over Here they slow down Like a miracle that's over Tell them for me as you see them speeding by That their
I broke my promise That I wouldn't write another song about you I guess I lied, after twelve years I still love you On the phone you sound happy but a