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you always got those dark sunglasses |
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covering half your face |
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but if you promise to take them off |
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i promise i won't squander your gaze |
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i will be picturesque |
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i will be nice |
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i won't do anything |
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you can't tell your wife |
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i will think before i act |
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i will think twice |
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just let me see your eyes |
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each time we've spoken |
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we've put in our token |
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and ridden the tilt-a-whirl |
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i was giggling and dizzy |
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flirting like a twelve year old girl |
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the carnival of you and me |
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is coming to town |
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watch how we spin and spin |
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and then fall down |
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now we just say hello |
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and head for firmer ground |
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you are the one-way glass |
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that watches me |
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standing in line at the bank |
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i always looked into your glasses |
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like a cat looks into a fish tank |
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but all i could ever see |
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was the specter of me reflected |
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i want a monument of the friendship |
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that we never had, erected |
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i want to take up lots of room |
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i want it to loom |
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you always got those dark sunglasses |
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between us when we talk |
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but after the party is over |
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if you wanna take a walk |
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we could just look around |
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not do nothing wrong |
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just try to be at least as brave as our songs |
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i will bring my heart |
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i will bring my face |
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you name the time and place |
