I can't believe that I could have been so foolish So very wrong about important things When somebody upstairs sent me an Angel All I could do was pull the feathers from her wings.
I can't believe that I might have been unfaithful I need someone else the way I need a comb. Why should I want a swig of Coca-Cola When I've got Bollinger champagne on ice at home?
And so I try to love you like a rock And so I try to love you like a stone 'Cause rocks and stones don't take positions And don't impose conditions of their own. All I can do is love you like a rock Or something made of glass and stainless-steel Something transparent and unending That's not always depending On what you do, or how I feel.
I can't explain why we should be still together The omens weren't too good, you must agree. You're not my type, you're just a bit too clever, And heaven only knows what you can see in me.
I don't exude an attractive air of mystery Don't have the beauty and the power that go with youth. The days when those were mine are ancient history, And I never was that beautiful to tell the truth.
But I can always love you like a rock But I can always love you like a stone 'Cause rocks and stones don't take positions And don't impose conditions of their own. All I can do is love you like a rock Or something made of glass and stainless-steel Something transparent and unending That's not always depending On what you do, or how I feel.
JUDGE SAYS:
I don't write many love songs, but I sing this Tango for my girlfriend, Fiona, who once told me, after a row, that I had pulled the feathers from her wings. (They soon grew back.) Michael has a real understanding of Tango, and has made something quite wonderful out of my simple song. He plays an old, café-style Accordion on this track.