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Slowly walking down the street |
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Where the homeless and the lovers meet |
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The bars glow blue, your skin does too |
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I saw the garland in the skyline, in the byline |
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I took a drink, I took the pills |
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You'll murder me, I know you will |
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Still I'm wishing that I could change this |
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That you would open, I keep hoping |
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For a cure, for some medicine, just one conversation |
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I can't return to you, you must return to me, that's the deal |
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I'm sorry, did I say I'm sorry? I'm sorry |
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In a verse where all is flat |
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You hunker down and relive the past |
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You're leaving soon, it's ten till noon |
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I see a black car, I'm moving through tar, when we're apart |
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I have been the worst of kind |
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A sorrowed heart and a cluttered mind |
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And I'm thinking that I could change this |
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That I could change this, but I can't change this |
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I can't return to you, you must return to me, that's the deal |
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I'm sorry, did I say I'm sorry? I'm sorry, I'm sorry now |
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I can't return to you, you must return to me, that's the deal |
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I'm sorry, did I say I'm sorry? I'm sorry, I'm sorry now |
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Did I say I'm sorry? |
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Did I say I miss you? |
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I'll do what I have to do |
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Did I say I miss you? |
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I'll do what I have to do |
