Yea, you walk with the sun on your back with you're clothes soaking through on a handle of a suitcase that’s broken in two and a curled (or curdled) cigarette that you lit, when you threw the captain
yea and he saw you running but he wouldn't stop the rain 'cause he knew the perfect pictures were lying underneath the train yea and he ain't your hero yea but why should you care? 'cause her memory stills lingers there and her memory still lingers there
And I've been up so long And I've been up so long And I've been up so long that I don't think that I could get down No, I don't think that I could get down
Yeah and Valentine woke me with a coffee and a suite And her long black stockings And her brown leather boots And that pen, she writes all the words on the sides of the pages Got drowned in the flood
Yea and I asked if she would dance Down to the station with me But she couldn't hear the question From all the music in the street And I would have asked her again Yea but I knew she'd be thinking of him Yea and I knew she'd be thinking of him
And I've been up so long I've been up so long I've been up so long that I don't think that I could get down No, I don't think that I could get down.
Oh and all of the players, Snow White, in the show And the broken beer bottles and my old ragged clothes That I wore last night, yes and the night before But I just don't care No I just don't care anymore
And there ain’t no use in pretending that you like me if you don't Because I don't like you And I can promise that I won't Ever believe a word that you say 'cause you're a liar, and a phony, and a fake! No, you're a liar, and a phony, and a fake!
And I've been up so long And I've been up so long And I've been up so long that I don't think that I could get down No, I don't think that I could get down No, I don't think that I could get down, down