Из альбома: Down in the Park: The Alternative Anthology
I know how to read alone
Here in the dark some old stories are told.
The telephone haunts me
Like a Picture of Things that I'd never
Bring home.
CHORUS:
She cries like I do
Too late for new words.
She cries like I do
???? it's a man.
No-one is allowed in here
I'm the ????? new feelings ???
This edge in my voice lacks? sense
I never touched your heart
I suppose.
(repeat chorus)
She cries like I do
Like we're supposed to
She cries like I do
Here in the dark.
I'm so surprised.