Natalie always seemed to notice These traces of our lives before this, But Natalie always seemed to notice me. She said we must leave, uproot, erase this, For this is the kind of love that maims us, And I won't be happy till Somebody loses an eye.
Tell me, Do you see me As a shadow In the yawn of the evening? Don't leave me To those who would believe me When I sell them, Kiss and tell them, Natalie.
I'll have no truck with all of this madness. I still see her arm thrown over his shoulder: It's like a noose. But worn loose. You say you want me to stay here with yours, And all those here who would kill me and mine. If I had a hatch, I'd batten it down.
Tell me, Do you see me As a shadow In the yawn of the evening? Don't leave me To those who would believe me When I sell them, Kiss and tell them.
'Cause history is written by the winners. Yeah, this history is written by the winners, And I want my say. Yeah, I want my say, I want my say.
I want my say. I want my say. I want my say.
Tell me, Do you see me As some kind of shadow In the yawn of the evening? Don't leave me To those who would believe me When I sell them Kiss and tell them, Natalie.